Some would call it training

“Ah, I can hear how your new colleagues are busy practising for their assignment,” Redmond told Riolta, the previously so collected lawman suddenly offering Riolta a smile that was both lewd and suggestive while at the same time discreet, “shall we proceed?”

“Certainly,” Riolta responded, removing her heavy bow, “though I doubt that I’ll be needing this,” she added as she placed both the weapon and the quiver containing its arrows on the floor, leaning against the cracked surface of the stone-wall.

“I’d say that you wouldn’t be needing clothes either,” Redmond told her, then looked at the way in which the small black patches left virtually nothing to the imagination, “though it is not for concealment that you wear an outfit such as that, I’m certain.”

“Oh, and what makes you say that?” Riolta asked, while very demonstratively running the index finger of her right hand over the small black slit of cloth which was attached to her cunt, the archeress suppressing a moan of lust as she applied the lightest of pressure to her clit, which was pressing against the smooth fabric.

“Never mind,” Redmond said, grinning at Riolta’s action, “let’s proceed.”

Redmond led the way as the two walked through the narrow, dreary hallway and into what was apparently a kitchen, with a sturdy wooden table and a bench, on which several dirty plates and glasses, several of the latter holding smears of some thick white fluid, the nature of which Riolta was pretty sure off, were placed, which stood under the room’s only window.

Proceeding through a large, arched opening in the kitchen-wall, Redmond stopped and waited for Riolta to follow him.

When Riolta did so, she gasped with delight and surprise, for in the room which she now stood ready to enter were the six characters which would serve under her, for the good of Tharros, and at once it became apparent why none of them had reacted to her and Redmond stepping through the front door.

The room itself was relatively dark, with only a few flickering oil-lamps illuminating it, and curtains were drawn over the three large windows in the room, with the ceiling being arched and the walls being white.

A divan stood only a few feet away from Riolta and Redmond, and by it stood a tall man of a hunky stature, over which no clothes were currently dressed, of a richly tanned complexion and with short-cut black hair and a handsome face.

At the tip of the man's cock, which was both long and very impressive in its girth, was a woman, currently kneeling on the divan while her juicy red lips were locked around the head of the man’s dick.
The woman, a blonde whose golden tresses dangled against her back in a single braid, was wide-hipped and big-breasted with a lithe physique that spoke of considerable time spent training and strengthening it, the lower halves of her long legs sticking out behind her, her smooth shins digging into the fabric of the divan while her calves stretched and flexed.

Completely naked save for a pair of black platform shoes which were strapped to her calves by narrow but shiny band and a chain of iron discs running around her narrow waist, the woman was currently positioned so that Riolta got to see her in profile, spotting the generous contours of her large, spotlessly shaped breasts and her equally perfect buttocks.
With one nimble hand clasping the man's hard cock and the other buried between her golden thighs, the woman was bobbing her head over the top-half of the fat prick with skill and eagerness.

Not far back into the room from the divan another woman was hanging from the naked iron-garters which had at one point served as a ceiling lamp, though no candles were placed in it.

The woman, an exotic beauty with narrow eye-slits and a skin-tone which reminded Riolta of the finest of honey, had her hand clasped around the diagonal iron bar of the lamp, her legs raised up so that her knee-caps were only millimetres away from the ripe, humungous orbs of firm flesh that were her tits, each of the bountiful orbs crowned by dark, small nipples.

Hanging in the air facing Riolta and Redmond and with her ass being the point closest to the floor, the beautiful woman’s hair, which was an onyx combination of jet black and snowy white curls, tussled behind her back as the man which stood wide-legged below her thrust his hips upwards, sending the entirety of his thick, hard cock up into her distended asshole, his large balls slapping against the generous forms of her ass while her heavy bosom heaved.

As the man was placed behind the woman, Riolta could only see him from the waist-down, but she noticed that he shared his male friend’s dark complexion and powerful build.

From the smell which had hit her as soon as she had entered the house, Riolta had known that people inside it had been fucking for quite a while, and now she saw that they apparently kept themselves clean by immersing their cum- and sweat- splattered bodies in the wooden tub which had been placed at a point in the centre of the room, which was somewhat to the right of the lamp.

Currently residing in it was another woman, this one an auburn-haired beauty whose legs stuck up over the edge.
The brunette, another huge-chested vixen with a hard body, was completely naked; her skimpy outfit apparently dropped right next to the tub, and had one hand between her thighs, no doubt fingering her wet cunt as she watched the others fucking each other.

“Hey gang,” the woman in the tub cried out, “it looks like we’ve got company!”
Just then, Riolta heard a sound right next to her, and looked over to see that Redmond had begun unbuckling the belt on his pants.