Several riders appear

The sound of thundering hooves reached Dareios ears, with Galiana still panting below him, heaving her generous bust against the ground with each deep breath that she took, gusts of her hot air hitting Kyla’s drenched slit while Thea, Dareios’ cock still standing straight up in front of her, looked down at the state which his discharge of cum had left her upper body in, and then at Faye, whose body shared a similar sheen of lustrous brightness.

Dareios exited his balls from Galiana’s pussy, the removal of the large spheres causing a sloshing noise, and thick strings of transparent juices, the result of Galiana’s wild climaxes, clung from her sex to the pair of cum-filled orbs until they finally snapped as Dareios’ rose to his full length and fell down to splatter over Galiana’s taut stomach.

Now standing up, with Thea having risen right next to him, Dareios routinely shifted into a stance which would allow him to step into action quickly, the balls of his feet lift off the ground, his legs stretched and his bulging arms held bent in front of him.
Thea however made no effort to prepare herself, the black-haired woman instead waving her right arm at the riders as a means in which to greet them.

“Don’t worry,” she told Dareios, and the threesome of priestesses, “they’re friends.”

The riders, of which there were three, stopped at a point roughly fifteen feet from the five naked, sweaty lovers, holding in the reins of their steeds as they looked at the five in disbelief.
This gave Dareios and company a chance to return the favour, and Dareios found the middle one of the three riders to be particularly interesting.

The riders on the flanks of the middle one were both male, and looking similar enough to be related, both having tanned white complexions, auburn hair and stubble, powerful builds which left them sitting high in their saddles, with muscular abdomens that bulged against the leather chest-plates that they wore, and were carrying two short, broad swords each.

The middle rider however, was a female, and a beautiful blonde one at that.
Possessing a lithe, toned physique with discreet muscles over her firm, flat belly, agile-looking arms and long, supple legs, the woman had two curved swords strapped over her back, their black handles sticking up over her shoulders.

Clad in a olive-green blouse which was tied together in a bun just under the plentiful contours of her breasts, the garment lacking any buttons, and a brown skirt which hugged her legs and ass and which stretched only from the top of her pubic mound down to just millimetres below her pussy, the woman was currently dangling the left one of her feet, clad in a long leather boots which stretched up to above her knees, her stirrups seemingly having been altered to accommodate the large platform heels of the footwear, her gaze seemed to have frozen upon Dareios.

The woman’s lips curled into a saucy smile which came to dominate her face, giving it a radiance as she stared first at Dareios in general, and then at his cock.

The men in turn were looking at the women, and since they were wearing tight brown leather pants, it was not only apparent that they were already getting hard, but also that their cocks were in the same league as Dareios’ when it came to length and girth.

“Thea,” the blonde woman finally said, “is this how you perform your scouting duties?”

“Sorry sheriff,” Thea said, her tone of voice making it clear that she really wasn’t, “I guess I got caught up in a little something.”

“I see nothing here which can be called little,” the woman said as she swung down from the saddle and proceeded to stroll towards the gathering, the two men remaining silent as they imitated her actions, “and I maintain that you should have ridden back at once and informed me of what you had found.”

“I’m afraid that the fault’s all mine,” Galiana volunteered, “I tore Thea from her saddle and immediately started fingering her tasty pussy.”

“Ah,” the woman nodded her head at Galiana, “you knew instantly how to treat her!”

“Well met,” the blonde went on, “I’m Hera, the newly commissioned sheriff of Argyle. Thea and the two men behind me are my deputies and loyal comrades.”

“I’m Galiana, priestess of Girvyn, and these two are my loyal acolytes Kyla and Faye,” Galiana motioned at the two women, who both bowed in greeting of the new-comers, an act which sent cum flying from their curvy bodies, “and this well-hung beast is Dareios, a holy warrior of Teitum.”

Walking over to Faye, Hera suddenly placed a finger into the acolyte’s cum-filled bellybutton, and then put the finger in her mouth, noisily sucking it clean of Dareios’ balljuice.

“Dareios,” she said once the finger was glistening with her saliva in stead of his cum, “who tastes sweet and salty at the same time. A heavenly dish.”

While Hera complemented Dareios on the taste of his sperm, the two men unbuttoned their pants and pulled them down to their feet, their hard cocks bouncing free, revealing themselves to be almost a foot long and with heavy scrotums attached to them.

“As you can see,” Hera smiled at the actions of her deputies, “Rohar and Rakim are men more prone to action than words, a testament of their Centaur heritage.”

“That’s a quality that I like in big-dicked, hard-muscled men,” Faye stated, “now let’s fuck.”
The road-bound orgy had now gathered three new members.