The next morning

Taking in the mess which his coating of Vanya and Kandra had resulted in, thick gobs of cum running of their voluptuous bodies and their facial features hidden under thick gleaming masks of balljuice, Dareios then staggered backwards before turning around and slowly moving across the floor, the male spectators moving out of the way whilst the female ones crowded in around him, eagerly touching him and rubbing their hands over his cock and arse.

Climbing out backstage, Dareios closed his eyes and felt his legs give in, sending him down to lie on his stomach on the hardwood floor. Rolling around on his back, Dareios passed out from exhaustion.

Opening his eyes, Dareios had no idea of how long he had been out. From the soft surface which he was laying, he could at least conclude that he was no longer placed on the backstage floor.
Looking around, it became apparent to Dareios that neither had he spent the night, for the rays of the sun seeping in through the three large windows and the opened passage out onto a balcony, made it clear that night had passed and morning was rising, at the inn, for instead of sturdy oak wood planks this room was constructed with large blocks of grey stone which made up the walls, ceiling and floor.

Prodding himself up in the wide bed where he had slept, Dareios found the room to be decorated with a mix of lavishly designed furniture and a more sturdy type more typical for these frontier areas.

Just then, the lone door to the room was pushed open and a young woman entered through it.
“Ah, you’re awake,” the woman, a vision equipped with flowing locks of blonde hair and a curvaceous body clad in a simple low-cut dress, said, “I shall inform Milady at once.”
Without Dareios getting the chance to say a word to her, the young woman disappeared out of the room again, closing the door behind her.

Sliding out of the wide bed, Dareios found that his naked body had obviously been cleaned while he had been passed out, no traces of his cum or the women’s honey being left on it.
Blessing the fact that the bedroom was equipped with a balcony from which he could relieve himself into the garden below, Dareios had just shaken out the last drops of urine when he heard the door opening behind him.

Pulling his cock back from in front of the stoned railing, Dareios turned round to see that the milady whom the young servant girl had spoken of was Malouda, just as he had expected.
Dressed in a long emerald-coloured robe that shimmered in the same way as the cloak she had worn when they had first met, Malouda seemed to slide over the floor as she made for the balcony. His member had already been semi-erect when he had waken, but the sight of Malouda instantly caused it to grow more rigid.

“Good morning,” she smiled at him, “soar and tired, are we?”
“Good morning,” Dareios smiled back, “not really, thankfully. Although it wouldn’t be without reasons if I had been.”
“Quite so.” Malouda replied, making no effort to hide the ravenous looks that she sent Dareios’ way.
“Who cleaned me up?” Dareios asked.
“I had a few of my servant girls carry out that chore, not that they seemed to view it as much of a chore, mind you.”

Vaguely, Dareios could recollect an image of him being submerged in a large tub, surrounded by a handful of buxom, naked young women who all swabbed him. It was an appeasing memory, and he wished that it had been clearer.

“And my colleagues?”
“They stayed up late, entertaining Catalin and Wynne.” Malouda said, grinning at the thought of what that entertainment had consisted of, “whereas I went to bed early, hoping to get you all to myself.
At this point, Malouda placed her left hand against Dareios’ rippled stomach, and her right one coming to rest on his pillaring cock.

As Malouda gave his member a soft stroke, Dareios could see in the corner of his eyes that people were stopping on the streets below to look up at the balcony.
It appeared as though they would find themselves treated to a free show.