She tries

Zayeh swayed her hips as she slowly and smoothly moved her curvy figure closer to the guard. He just stood there petrified and watched.

Lira watched with amusement. That ugly little despot was probably used to bullying and taking liberties with all women came through his gate. But as soon as a woman took command he turned into a stuttering idiot. So typical, she had seen this all too many times before.

Zayeh raised her hands and ruffled her raven black hair a bit as she approached the sentry. She stopped right in front of him. Close enough to give him a whiff of her womanly scent, but still far away enough to give him the full view of her body.

She gave him a kittenish smirk and placed her finger in the corner of her pouting mouth. ”No, handsome, we're no whores ... depending on what you mean by whores,” she said with her husky southern accent.

”We do love a man in uniform though. Mmhhhh, that makes me all... excited!” Zayeh moaned and started moving her hands down her body, performing a subtle little dance.

With her eyes fixed on his, she brushed her hands gently down her neck, moving them down, trailing the thin silk over her mountainous breasts and down her rolling hips.

”And when I get excited like this I just can't ... mmhhh, control myself...”

She leaned in closer, fighting the urge to recoil from the smell of ****, damp wool and unwashed body. She hissed, close to his ear.

”And when I can't control myself, I just love to put a big cock in my mouth, right there and then!”

That sent the guard right over the edge and his face turned twisted. His eyes crossed and rolled back as he let a involuntarily growl and leaned forward in a comical swaybacked position. Zayeh giggled as his tense body convulsed for a few moments.

He then looked frightened and took a few steps back towards his sentry box and murmured. ”Alright, just pass, you wretched sorceresses!”

As they made it through colossal archway Zayeh turned to Lira. ”Told you I could do it, and in record time! You owe me a bottle of Lydian wine,” she said and poked her blonde friend in the side.

The two women slowly rolled into the city, overlooking at the evening hustle and bustle from their carriage.

”Can you feel that smell,” Lira asked.

Zayeh turned her nose up. ”What? Pigshit and boiling turnips?”

Lira burst into a warm chuckle. ”No, silly, it smells like gold!”