Sapphire explains

“It’s a simple find and retrieve job…” Sapphire began, showing no interest in presenting the newly awoken man to Zalah.

“Only it isn’t that simple, right?” Zalah cut in.

“Exactly.” Sapphire replied, “It’s an object that has disappeared and which needs to be found within a few weeks, High Regent Dacca and his clique of scrooges and degenerates are offering a weighty sum of gold in reward for it.”

“How weighty?” Zalah asked.

“To the point that the one who receives it will become richer than several gods. You interested?”

“Depends,” Zalah began, doing her best to sound businesslike despite her naked, cum-caked appearance, “what’s my cut if we do find this object.”

“You get thirty percent, plus…”

“Fifty.”

“Forty, I’m the one offering the job.”

“I’ll consider it, and what’s the bonus?” Zalah asked.

“Access to Linden’s dressing room after he’s done for the night, and free access to Thorgal and Daram later on.” Upon mentioning the second name, Sapphire nodded at so far nameless man, who was getting Zalah’s approving attention by looking at her nakedness while stroking his erect cock.

“So, you’re offering me a ton of gold and a few pounds of cock-meat? I accept!”

“Good,” Sapphire broke out into a warm smile, before picking up the cigar from the table and pulling it down to her crotch.
After a few seconds, she pulled it back up again, the butt of the thick piece of tobacco glistening from the juices of her slit, “have a cigar.”

Accepting the cigar as it was offered to her, Zalah rolled the honey-smeared end of it over her lush lips as Sapphire picked up a match and lit it by whipping it against a thin block of oak wood placed on the table next to the cigar-case.

Loving the sweet taste of Sapphire’s juices, Zalah took a deep drag as the cigar was lit, and then leaned back in the chair and spread her legs wide once more, putting her wet slit up on display for all to see.

“I’d offer you to stay,” Sapphire began, her head now flanked by a mammoth cock on each side as Daram joined his brother in standing next to his mistress, pre-cum roping its way from his bulbous cock-end to the ample shape of Sapphire’s right tit, “but I expect Linden to wrap up his performance real soon.”

“And I see that you intend to make yourself far too busy to be able to accompany me,” Zalah said in note of the two well-hung studs present in the room, “tell me something, are they mute?”

“No,” Thorgal suddenly spoke, “we’re just a tad shy.”

“Daram,” Sapphire said with a thin smile on her lips, “how are the girls?”

“Asleep, although I wasn’t too rough on them.” Daram replied, with the same gravely voice as his brother.

“Good, go and see if you can’t rouse Miura,” Sapphire told Daram, who scurried off as best as such a towering slab of muscles and bone could.

Sapphire and Zalah passed the time by engaging by some more or less raunchy small-talk, interrupted every so often by a loud feminine groan coming from the adjoining room, Sapphire making sure to pop Thorgal’s cockhead into her warm maw each time that it was Zalah’s turn to say something.

Eventually Daram returned to the office, bringing a nubile young woman with him. Having a complexion which rivalled Sapphire’s in richness, this particular slut was equipped with curling locks of chestnut-coloured hair which flowed freely down over her shoulder. It took Zalah a second or two to realize that the pangs of white present in the flock of hair was jizz, in the same manner that she didn’t immediately recognize that the slim dress that the woman was wearing was in fact a collection of cum in various states of staleness, signalling that she and Daram had been fucking for quite some time. With the pearly fluid slithering over her breasts, covering the heavy, round orbs with a glistening lair, a narrow tongue of the fluid ran down over her flat, ripped belly to widen over her crotch, although there it was thin enough for her thin patch of pubic hair to be recognizable under it.

“This is Miura,” Sapphire informed Zalah, who found the new arrival quite adorable, “she’ll escort you to Linden’s dressing room.”