Two men

Since the Voltsvaghn had been chartered for this journey, Riolta and her soon-to-meet companions were the only passengers, alone on the boat along with Sven, his grease-monkey Theodore and Jannike and Bellara, the two women serving on the ship as maids and resident concubines.

Of course, the fact that it was the Voltsvaghn, possibly the only steam-ship in service anywhere in the world, meant that Riolta could be sure that the mission on which she being was sent was nothing like confidential; this ship would gain heaps of attention wherever it went.

Finally reaching the stern of the ship, where the main suite was located, Riolta found that the two porters whom had carried her luggage aboard had already finished their task, the burly men eyeing her intently as they walked past her.

Deciding against knocking on the door, Riolta simply turned the handle and pushed it open, stepping into the room to meet her two fellow travellers for the first time.

Entering the rounded salon which was the first part of the suite, Riolta noticed her coffers placed ten feet from the door.

At the other end of the room, next to a pair of glass doors which led out to the absolute back of the ship, was a sofa on which a figure was seated, having ceased reading a parchment to look up at the newcomer.
The man smiled at Riolta’s appearance, while she did the same in kind, looking at him with immediate approval and interest.

He was a hulking figure, well over six feet tall, with bulging muscles adorning his body, which was bare save for the wide metal belt from which a piece of purple cloth hung down to cover his genitals, a complexion which was deep and rich brown. With black hair cropped short on the top of his head and an angular, smooth face dominated by a hawkish nose and a pair of grey eyes capable of shooting of imposing stares whenever he so wished it, the man seemed an ideal companion to Riolta.

“Vaino!” The man cried out in a deep, growling voice, “Our co-traveller has arrived.”

Seconds later, another man appeared into the room from the adjoining one, this one being much paler than the first one, though still far from ashen in his complexion, with platinum blonde hair and a physique which rivalled the first man’s.

“Indeed she has.” This man said with a grin, tugging the hem of his leather pants as he looked at Riolta’s barely-clad figure.

Shooting the two men a lewd smile, Riolta sauntered into the room before addressing them for the first time.

“Hello, I’m Riolta.”

“Well, Riolta,” the blonde man began, “I can see that you’ve been picked for this mission for the same reason as we have.”

“Really?” Riolta cooed, then closing in on the man and placing her hand on the front of his pants, just right of where his cock was currently bunching up against the fabric, “And what would that reason be?”

“To impress the queen with your physique,” the man replied, grabbing Riolta’s wrist and moving her hand onto his cock, “and with your behaviour as well, I surmise.”
The dick which Riolta found herself caressing felt thick, and growing thicker still as she shoot him another saucy smile. Behind her, she could feel the second man close in on her.

“I’m Vaino,” the blonde man said, “a Heimariker shield guard, while Ojo is a Bracancian monk.”

“Boys,” Riolta told both men, “right now I’m really not that interested in your origins.”
Undoing the first strap holding Vaino’s pants up, Riolta was anxious to find out just how long that prick of his was.