A day of (rock) hard travel

“I’m bored,” Gamel said while looking past the empty bridge at the equally empty road leading north towards Argil, then south towards the also completely deserted road coming up from the south, “Are you bored?”

“Boring’s good,” Inside, Beorn was sighing with frustration. To a veteran mercenary like him, this job of guarding the trade route to and from the mountains was a cushy assignment. Little to no action, a bit of patrolling and lots of standing around, all of which he was getting paid for. The only downside was all the dumb local kids who’d signed up thinking they’d be heroes, “Boring beats screaming for your mum while a Minotaur rips your guts out.”

“Yeah,” At least this stupid young kid had enough sense to hesitate for a moment before replying, “But still, getting paid for just standing around doesn’t seem right...”

“Why in all the hells not?” Turning his big, waxed moustache and the rest of his face towards Gamel, Beorn fixed him with the gaze he used while whipping recruits into shape, “The mayor and that countess, they both get stinking rich doing nothing but sitting on their arses all day. Ain’t nothing wrong with us making a decent wage like this.”

“Actually, I hear the countess does more with her ass than just sit on it...” Just as he was about to share some local rumours with his older colleague, Gamel was silenced by the sound of a woman screaming from the south. It was loud, very loud, and seemed to stretch itself out forever.

“W-what’s that?” Seemingly faced with his first shot at the heroism he’d been dreaming of, Gamel clutched his spear tighter while the lower rim of his shield start tapping against his leg.

“Sounds like it’s coming this way,” For his part, Beorn dropped to a one-knee position behind a rock off to one side of the road and got his crossbow ready to fire.

“We’re not going to die, are we?” Gamel’s face had gone pale and his bowel had twinned themselves into knots.

“You’ll be fine, kid,” It might have been cruel, but Beorn couldn’t resist winding his young partner up even further, “You’re younger and can run faster. Me though, I’m probably fucked.”

“R-right,” Nodding and completely failing to spot Beorn’s thin smile, Gamel looked about a little, then dropped to one knee as well, only doing so in the middle of the road. He also put his shield and sword in front of him like he was preparing to face down a cavalry charge all on his own.

The scream could now be heard again. It was definitely female, and definitely coming closer.

As the seconds slowly trickled by and turned into minutes, Gamel was wrestling his own fears, going from screaming silently himself for ever thinking he was made for greater things than spending his life staring up the backside of an ox while pushing a plough along to telling himself this would all be fine to trying to convince himself that he was ready to die.

In fact, Gamel was so wrapped up in his own head that it took him a while to realise that whoever was screaming, she certainly wasn’t doing so in pain or terror.

“Fuck me, you horse-cocked stud!” Despite the state he’d been in up until this point, Gamel could feel the blood flowing into his cock as a luxuriant cry of lust came from the other side of the top of the hill that the road ran over about a hundred metres to the south.

“Can’t get enough of this fucking dick!” The voice continued a couple moments later, and Gamel swallowed hard.

“Get it in there, you slut!” This voice was also female, and just as steeped in arousal, but different enough to be recognized as separate from the first, “We’re not done till you’ve made my pussy pop!”

“Girvyn’s swollen cock!” This voice too seemed to be entirely separate from the other two, “Fuck that dirty whore’s ass with your tongue, Poppy!”

“Bugger me sideways,” Despite his experience, Beorn was getting confused by what now sounded like a rolling brothel approaching, “What is this?”

“Girvyn?” Gamel swallowed harder.

“Do it, Dareios! Use me as a fuckdoll cum-dump! USE ME!!!” Whoever this Dareios was, Beorn and Gamel would agree that he seemed like just about the luckiest son of a bitch alive. Also, all of sudden it sounded like it was raining on the other side of the hill.

“YES!!!” Birds were scattering into the sky and even the clothes seemed to move faster as the woman’s screams got louder and more lascivious.

“You sexy fucking whore!” Another voice, one unmistakeably male, now boomed.

“Stretch me, motherfucker! Stretch me on that giant pussy-pleaser! Make my whorish ass bounce!” By now, Beorn and Gamel were struggling to keep their composure. Case in point, with a twang, Beorn’s crossbow went off and the bolt buried itself into the trunk of a nearby tree.

“What the...” Mechanically and with a glazed look, Beorn began reaching for a replacement bolt, only to freeze mid-action when a wagon suddenly emerged on top of the low hill. Pulled by four horses, the wagon was big and covered. Separately but in almost perfect synchrony, Gamel and Beorn leaned forwards to closer scrutinize the two figures positioned at the head of the wagon.

Even at a distance of a hundred metres and even with him mostly being obscured behind his compatriot, they could tell that the man seated there was absolutely huge. He also appeared to be completely naked.

As for the woman, the wagon would have been a lot further off for Gamel and Beorn not to recognize immediately that she was quite ridiculously attractive, what with her platinum blonde hair whipping through the air, her huge tits undulating in a manner that made both of the guards bob their heads along with them and a tight, toned stomach that flexed and bent as she was effortlessly bounced up and down on the lap of the giant man.

“FUUUUCCKK!!!!” Then, a wild shriek erupted from inside the wagon, one that made its heavy cloth cover billow like a sail caught by a powerful wind, and was followed by that now rather familiar wet noise coming at the two guards in pulses.

“Wow, she’s not stopping, is she?!” The third female voice let out, “And who said you could stop tonguing my cunt?!”

“Motherfucking giant DONKEY DICK!!!” At this point, Beorn and Gamel recognized that even as she was being hoisted up and down through the man’s hold of her legs, the supremely stacked blonde was making sure to pull herself up and down his schlong in conjunction with his movement of his hands. Apparently, not even being slammed onto his cock again and again like a rag doll was enough for her.

Without moving, the pair of white-faced guards watched the wagon approach, their eyes glued to the blonde as the shrinking distance allowed them to pick out more and more mouthwatering details about. One that struck Gamel in particular as he sat on one knee in the middle of the road was just how radically diluted the lips of her pussy were as they were stretched round the gargantuan girth of the man’s cock and how the juices spilling out from it was covering his shaft over and over again. Beorn, meanwhile, couldn’t help but return again and again to how juices was making her tanned, perfect skin glisten in the sunshine. It might be caused by some exotic oil, but somehow he doubted that.

“Girvyn...” Gamel mumbled as he finally noticed the CUMSLUT choker that the blonde was wearing round her neck. She wasn’t wearing much else, except for a slightly bunched up stretch of pink mesh round her midriff that might be either a corset or a dress and a pair of obscenely high-heeled sandals that dangled in the air as the man used his hold of the back of her knees to shove her back up again. When he did, her pussy exploded in a flurry of clear juices that rushed out round the thickness of his brawny dong.

“You’re in the way, kid,” Dareios said to the kid sitting in the road with a dumb grin glued to his face, doing so while wrapping one hand arm round Galiana’s waist to ease her down onto his prick while his other hands grabbed the reins and pulled at them to bring the horses to a halt.

“S-sorry!” The tip of his spear was dragging along the ground when the young guard got to his feet and moved out of the way.

“Thanks. How far out are we from Argil?” Still holding the reins, Dareios used his hold of Galiana’s waist to continue pumping the whole of her delectable fuckdoll body up and down on his cock.

“You should make it there shortly after sundown,” Getting to his feet as well, Beorn stepped out from behind the rock, drawn in by the sight of the busty babe getting dicked and loving it.

“Again, thanks,” Pausing to unload himself of a blast of precum that sent shock waves coursing through the well-defined, neatly packed muscles of Galiana’s stomach ripple against his arm, Dareios paused for any second or two, “Any trouble about?”

“Reports of a Minotaur war band to the north,” The part of his brain that hadn’t frozen up was screaming at the absurdity of it all as he said the same thing that he’d said to hundreds of travellers over the last week, “You should be safe.”

Safe? If he could have mustered the energy, Beorn would have scoffed. Like they’d have anything to fear. If that huge bastard didn’t scare any Minotaurs away at the sight of him, that slut probably wouldn’t be happy till she’d drained their balls and fucked them ****.

“Yeah, Riolta, twerk that ass all over her face!” And judging from the screams coming from inside the wagon, she’d have backup too.

“M-may Girvyn bless you with cast iron-hard erections,” Coming down from her orgasmic high, Galiana greeted the pair of guards, “Thank you for keeping the roads safe.”

“Y-you a priestess?” Gamel felt plenty blessed already, enough so that he could barely keep it in his trousers. Or from making a mess in his trousers, for that matter.

“Yes,” The blonde nodded, and Beorn couldn’t believe it. He’d been to Tharros, to Qir and to Kamdara, but not even in any of those places had he met any priestess who was as much of a shameless nympho slut as this one, “And normally I’d suck your cocks to say thanks...”

Both guards gulped.

“But alas,” An impish smile played across Galiana’s face as she continued wowing her captive audience, “This magnificent three-legged stud and I were just wrapping up our foreplay.”

“F-foreplay?” Time would tell if the stammer Gamel had developed would be permanent.

“Priestess?” This was something that Beorn still hadn’t gotten his head around. How had he missed this cult?

“Yes, foreplay,” As Galiana planted her heels on the wood of the seat, Dareios eased his one-armed embrace to let her climb upwards. That she did until her gaping pussy popped off the crown of his cumtube and immediately proceeded to shower it with a combination of pussy juices and prejizz. Then, her face was contorted into a lustful snarl that had both the soldiers struggling to breathe.

“It’s only real fucking if it’s my ass being stretched,” Reaching down with one hand and placing it against the underside of the crown of Dareios’ cock as the whole thing stood pointing straight up like a pillar, Galiana pushed it in further between her legs and drove her pussy forwards.

“Anal whore,” Dareios smiled while tightening the way in which his arm was wrapped around Galiana’s midriff once more, before proceeding to pull her down towards him again.

“YEEEEESSSSS!!!!!” Screaming at the top of her lungs as her anal passage was invaded by Dareios’ muscular fuckstick, Galiana rushed to assist her descent by widening her stance, her spread asscheeks popping and dancing around the behemoth of a dong disappearing up between them.

“Is that the best you got, you fucking sluts!?” The second female voice could be heard again, and it now carried a tone that was enough to make Beorn and Gamel’s dicks twitch and throb with more gusto.

“Fuuuuuuuuucccckkkkk…” The moan that Galiana produced as her booty went further down Dareios’ schlong simply stretched itself out further and further, appearing as though it would never end, only to actually do so and be replaced by a short, sharp scream of “Dareios!” when she got about halfway down his cock and had her bald pussy explode and start pumping out gusher after gusher of clear girlcum.

“Gods,” Beorn’s mind was by now so rattled that the only thought that popped up was that those horses must be extremely well-trained to not react to this sort of screaming going directly behind them.

But now they did start to move as Dareios smacked the reins, with the wagon following them, with the pair of soldiers standing by the side of the road, their heads swivelling to follow how that incredible blonde slut climaxing wildly rolled past between them.

Both soldiers thought that the entire surreal incident was over when they saw the back of the wagon as it rolled onto the bridge, so they were rather surprised when a pink-haired babe suddenly thrust herself out through the flaps at the back and kept going until she was projecting out beyond it to her waist. Her face was absolutely gorgeous, and her back arced upwards in a way that drove home just how huge and shapely her knockers were. She also wasn’t wearing anything beyond a glistening collection of juices.

“Fuck!” Wild-eyed at first, the young slut – she couldn’t have been out of her teens – quickly focused in on the pair of now unnaturally pale soldiers and twisted her face into a smile that just screamed rampant, shameless fuck lust, “I’ve got two sexy whores tonguing my pussy and ass!”

Neither Beorn nor Gamel knew what to do with that information, so they dumbly nodded their heads at the busty minx.

“Get your cocks out, motherfuckers!” Poppy now began squeezing and fondling her boobs, happily spreading all that girlcum that Riolta had gushed out across them, “Stroke your cocks for me!”

Both men did as ordered, tugging open their trousers and releasing their cocks, then groaning as they began to jerk off.

“Faster!” Poppy screamed, and the men’s groans grew louder as their hands moved faster.

Accompanied by something akin to a gurgle, Gamel was the first of them to cum, shooting his load further and bigger than ever before. A few seconds later, Beorn joined him in spilling his seed onto the road.

“Come see me when you grow bigger dicks, guys!” The pink-haired slut giggled and managed to blow them both a kiss before something happening behind her made her cry out and have her eyes cross.

Beorn and Gamel watched the wagon until had rolled out of sight. Then they awkwardly pulled their trousers up and went to work without saying a word.

****

The entire journey from Spirra from Argil was carried out like that, with all four sluts taking turns keeping Dareios entertained up front while the other three kept each other occupied in the back. And in their wake, they left a varied collection of priests, peasants, soldiers, knights and merchants, all of them rendered speechless and rigid by what they saw and heard as the one wagon-orgy went past. For instance, an entire trade caravan had been made to cum in their breeches by the sight of Riolta giving Dareios a combined titfuck and blowjob before he’d stood up and hosed her down with cum, after which she’d been pulled back inside by the others to be licked clean while Faye took her spot.

Although it was more than an hour after nightfall when they finally did reach Argil, which was a small regional centre of commerce located where two different roads coming down from the mountains met up and a bridge spanned the fast-flowing waters of the river Quarl, there were still a few people out and about, all of whom were rendered as flabbergasted as everyone else by the sight of them. Still servicing Dareios up front, Galiana basked in the glow of so many cocks first going hard, then going off and so many pussies creaming themselves.

Enough of the locals were accustomed enough to the priestesses of Girvyn that a rumour of a contingent of them arriving had started spreading through town by the time that Dareios pulled off the street and brought the wagon into the yard of the first inn they came across, which the painted sign that hung outside it named as ‘The Barrel Bridge Tavern’.

Inside the stable located on the other side of the yard from the large three-storey stone building that was the Barrel Bridge Tavern itself, Kamil the stableboy was almost relieved to hear someone pull up. He knew that closing time was right around the corner, and that with the innkeeper and his wife gone for the night, that would leave only him and Lea.

Lea… Kamil paused dead in his tracks and gulped again, his heart fluttering and his mouth going dry at the mere thought of her. The innkeeper’s daughter as well as the serving wench, she was beautiful enough that he’d heard about her even before moving into town. Then he’d seen her, and been rendered completely speechless. Which was fine as a one-off thing, but every encounter between them was hallmarked by his tongue refusing to work and his mind going blank enough that he’d need to guess twice to remember his own name. In short, Kamil was in love, and absolutely terrified by it.

Moving again, Kamil stepped out into the yard to take care of the wagon and tend to the horses. Then he saw the people climbing off the seat at the front, and reacted as if struck by lightning. That is, he produced some sort of vaguely humanoid noise and jerked about unsteadily whilst otherwise caught in an uncomfortable and rather unnatural position.

“Ah, here comes the help,” A hard-bodied, huge-titted blonde that looked like she’d stepped out of the combined wet dreams of every man in Argil finished turning towards Kamil, then very purposefully licked her lips and winked at him, “And doesn’t he look yummy...”

“Uh… uh...” Kamil’s eyes were not frozen. In fact, they were now blinking so fast that he could barely see anything at all.

“Easy, Galiana,” The absolutely ripped, towering mountain of a man positioned next to the blonde slut and having his obscenely huge cock casually but lovingly milked by her said, “At least let him do his job before you fuck him silly.”

“Oh, I’m not going to fuck him,” The blonde purred and flashed Kamil a smile that conjured up the image of her being a cat having cornered a very small mouse and him being the mouse, “Faye is.”

“Hi, stud,” From behind the first blonde, a second one appeared, with hair a couple of shades darker and a pair of tits just as firm and globular but even more vast, sauntering towards Kamil in her thigh-boots and with a bottle in one hand, “Wanna have your balls drained by my ass?”

“Uh...” Kamil’s gaze happened upon the second blonde’s ANAL QUEEN collar, and his eyes became glazed.

“Go easy on him, Faye,” Another ridiculously sexy and busty babe, this one with black hair and outfit that left absolutely nothing of import to the imagination, now appeared from behind the wagon, “At least at first...”

“Fuck that!” Another babe, by contrast completely naked save for her heels, spat out as she too emerged to throw a boner-inducing look of scalding sexuality towards Kamil. Where had all this women come from? From inside the wagon, obviously, Kamil’s fractured mind replied.

“Uh...” If Kamil’s cock had been throbbing any harder, it would have sent him falling onto his back like a tree being felled. He did and said nothing as everyone but the second blonde ventured inside the tavern.

****

Everything was finally all set, Lea thought to herself as she stood in front of the counter. The last of the customers had either gone home or gone upstairs to bed, her parents were out for the entire night – she still couldn’t believe they thought she had figured out what they were doing during the visits to the mayor and his wife – and she’d ditched that stupid dress and stupid blouse that they made her wear to work.

Now, the gorgeous eighteen-year old brunette was standing in the middle of the inn dressed in nothing more than a pair of high-heeled sandals and an outfit of her own design. Consisting of two extremely thin stretches of thin, sot purple cloth that ran up her front from between her pussy lips, across her stomach and over her tits to provide some small amount of cover for her nipples before joining into a single stretch of fabric running down along her spine before disappearing into the deep valley between the peachy cheeks of her absolute bomb of an ass, Lea had taken to calling it a slingshot after experimenting with pulling on the two strips at the front and seeing how far she had to pull on them before them smacking back onto her jugs actually made those firm, round orbs of drool-provoking titflesh move at all.

Yeah, it was just her and Kamil now… Apart from being cute and kind of sweet, even if his silence and passivity was frustrating as fuck, judging from the bulge forming in his trousers whenever they met, Kamil was also seriously hung. This last point for Lea was crucial. In the months since her eighteenth birthday, Lea’s life had been a picture of how far removed from fantasy that reality. The lead-up to the adventures that she and her equally slutty friends had embarked had always been more fun than the adventures themselves, since they’d mostly consisted of finding a guy and then having him pump his six-inch or whatever cock in and out of her pussy for a few times before cumming, whereupon snoring inevitably ensued. It had all been a far, far cry from the all-night fuckathons with horse-cocked that she’d been dreaming of.

But tonight, Lea thought whilst first wetting two of her fingers and slipping them inside the back of her slingshot and into her anal cleavage, tonight everything would change. She’d get Kamil to break out that huge cock of his, and he’d give her the fucking she deserved. And then they were gonna do it all over again and again and again. Lea had already decided that Kamil was going to make her his cumslut, and she was going to love every second of it and every serving of hot, tasty cum that followed.

“Come on, Kamil,” Lea sighed and pushed those two fingertips up against her rosebud anus, “Fuck me right and you can have my anal cherry...”

“Hear that, Dareios,” An unfamiliar voice suddenly spoke out, startling Lea something awful as she was yanked away from where she’d been all alone with her thoughts, “That hot slut’s ass is off limits!”

Lea looked at the newcomer, and suddenly the two straps trapped between her labia were soaked through with her wetness. She’d played around with her friends more than once, but this was different: the black-haired vixen now standing in front of her dressed in an open jacket, a skin-tight corset and stripper heels was projecting such an air of supreme confidence and wanton sexuality that instantly, Lea wanted to drop to her knees and worship that plump, wet pussy that the newcomer was keeping splayed wide-open with a pair of her fingers.

“Seriously, Poppy,” Lea’s reaction to the blonde stepping up next to the brunette was exactly the same, and her chest heaved from her sharp intake of air when a pink-haired slut who looked as young as herself and as hot as the other two took her place in front of her too, “I need to visit more of these countryside inns. Seems you can find a hot little whore in each one!”

“Hey, slut,” The pink-haired stranger grinned wickedly at Lea, “Ever seen a proper monstercock before?”

Without waiting for Lea’s response, the two women with the black and the pink hair respectively stepped aside to reveal the fourth newcomer. Lea had no idea how she hadn’t noticed him before.

Lea stopped breathing altogether and her head started spinning even though her eyes remained firmly fixed at a very specific spot between the man’s – no, stud’s – legs. He was huge, in every possible way.

“No fucking her ass yet,” If Lea had wanted to worship his friends’ pussies, this stud’s colossal megacock was practically crying out for her to worship it, “But are her pussy and mouth open for business?”

“What do you say, slut?” Riolta purred, “Are they?”

“Oh,” Riolta’s smile widened, “And does that outfit come in black?”