One man, one woman

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.

She also noticed how, on the other end of the room, next to a pair of glass doors leading out the definitive rear of the boat, a man was seated on a sofa.

Muscular, towering and with a deep brown complexion, the man had short-cropped black hair and steely grey eyes, and was currently buck-naked, which eased the task of the woman currently kneeling between his spread legs, herself completely naked and thus presenting her head of glimmering blonde hair, taut back, and juicily heart-shaped ass to Riolta.

“Katla,” the man said, smiling at Riolta, who returned the smile with a particularly lush one of her own, “our fellow traveller has arrived.”

Popping the black man’s cockhead out of her mouth, the blonde woman turned to look at Riolta, smiling as soon as she laid eyes on her, a drop of pre-cum hanging from her red lips.

Having a hard time deciding what to concentrate on, Riolta allowed her eyes to slide from the woman’s angelic face with its glistening lips and bright blue eyes to her very ample bosom to the more than a foot long cock which the blonde currently had her fingers wrapped around.

Striding across the room and savouring the looks that the lovers gave her as she approached them, Riolta could feel her pussy growing a tiny bit moister with each step she made.

“Hie,” the blonde woman greeted Riolta, her and the man rising to their feet, “welcome aboard.”

“Thanks,” Riolta replied warmly, “I’m Riolta, the new emissary to Qir.”

“And we’re your companions,” the woman said, still stroking that log of a cock with her right hand, “I’m Katla, a Heimariker shield maiden, and this is Ojo, a Bracancian monk and well-hung stud.”

“The latter part is quite evident.” Riolta replied, the archeress being at the brink of salivating at the cock being presented to her.

“Want a taste?” Ojo asked her, with a lewd grin following the question.