A megaboobed slut

Perrima had busied herself by setting up her case on a nearby table and sorting her tinctures and aphrodisiac concoctions into varieties according to their effects and potency. As the Voltsvaghn pulled out into open water, Jannike and Bellara filled and lit the remainder of the oil lamps so that the aft deck became suffused in a reddish glow that matched the sunset. The night, as yet, was not cool, and an agreeable sea breeze complemented the hubbub of conversation on deck.

At this point the doors to below deck were pulled open, and the final figure to enter the party came up from the steps and joined the gathering.

The Countess was a vision, a flawless embodiment of female perfection that made Karra wonder if there wasn’t some surreptitious magic at work which had enhanced her to make her appear almost preternaturally more beautiful than anything that could be conventionally expected of women.

Miele, as far as Karra could gather, was, by any standards, as ravishing as anything she had ever seen or could ever have hoped to, with Rionna and Ylva close to rivalling her, but the Countess, apart from her obvious perfection seemed to emanate a sense of superiority that made Karra almost afraid to look at her. If she had been able to tear her eyes away, she would have seen every jaw hang open in astonishment. Stefan’s goblet clattered noisily onto the deck as it fell from his hand. Still the jarring noise failed to break the transfixed reverie among the group.

The first thing was her height; Emmanuella looked to be almost exactly six feet tall, perhaps a little taller than that with the benefit of the white high-heeled shoes she wore, trimmed with exotic furs. Extending from the shoes, a calf-hugging stretch of shiny white material went up her legs to stop just above her knees, this too was trimmed at the top with white fur. Above this, her thighs were left exposed, and Karra could see the profile of her slender, toned legs as she turned and posed for the audience, with just the hint of perfect buttock exposed underneath a white skirt, no more than three inches long, once again trimmed with white fur. The skirt itself was very low, and stopped no more than the most tantalising of inches above her pubic mound, so that the awesome sweep of her belly was left exposed all the way up to her solar plexus and beyond. Her slender, captivating stomach, thin, with a tiny bellybutton, had the barest hint of a ripple of muscles underneath the skin that Emmanuella flexed temptingly.

A flock of long tresses hung over the Countesses’ chest, with the base black and the topmost hairs highlighted in golden blonde. Pulling her two-tone hair over her shoulder, Emmanuella revealed the most staggering pair of tits Karra had ever seen.

The only thing covering them was the two black x’s that were stuck on her nipples. The sublime globes sat so high and lustrously firm on her chest, the tanned spheres bursting out so rapturously in front of her that it was almost as if they had been composed with a mathematical exactitude.

Her face was so finely carved and angular, her eyes burning with scintillating, almost unfulfillable lust, imbued her with a beauty Karra couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Her slender arms were each covered in pair of long, black, shiny, skintight gloves.

As she got to the top of the staircase, the Countess lowered one hand to the tiny flap of skirt, raised it, and used her other hand to extract a long, golden dildo from her sweet cunt, ten inches of the tool extending before the end plopped out, and she put it to her mouth and licked it. Then, turning around, to Karra’s amazement, Emmanuella bent over and proceeded to extract an enormous, thick black dildo from the recesses of her asshole, even larger than the first, dilating her hole as she finally produced what must have been a twelve-inch toy which she then proceeded to lick lasciviously in front of everyone.

‘Is this the face that launched a thousand ships?’ said one of the men, finally.

‘No,’ said the Countess, ‘it’s the lips that sucked a thousand cocks. Get in a line, cocksmiths. I’m going to use my mouths to empty your balls so fast that the first of you won’t have finished cumming until the last one starts.’