The Akkadian is excited but nervous.

Once the Akkadian was led to the alcove the sheer silk curtain fell in place behind him offering at least the illusion of privacy in the sleeping area. Furs carpeted the floor with pillows spread about upon them. Disrobing was unecessary for the three harem slaves, the assassin and Tzu-Tzi wore only jewellery and the Khitain's piercings whilst Maeve was clad only in the blue woad tattoos that adormed her pale form in intricate swirls and loops. The Akkadian drank in the sight of the exotic beauties with his heart beginning to race with anticipation. Slaves from Khitai were scare enough, but Picts were a rarity this far to the south of their frozen homelands and a woman of that race almost unheard of. It was clear why Trimon had kept this captured bandit for his harem, her tattooed albino body, red eyes and sharp filed teeth gave her an inhuman and fascinating allure.

Maeve was a clear head taller than her companions, her body athletic and muscled compared to their lush female curves. She stooped to kiss deeply first Tzu-Tzi and then the Akkadian. The assassin felt the strength of one practiced in wielding sword or axe as Maeve's palms held his cheeks and her lips pressed hard upon his own. He responded to the kiss eagerly, opening his mouth to admit the Pict's questing tongue. As the pale woman's tongue explored he felt small warm hands upon his inner thighs gently urging his legs to part. Tzu-Tzi had fallen to her knees and her mouth was upon was upon his blackened henna coated mons. The Akkadian moaned lustily into the Pict's mouth as the oriental whore's tongue delved into the hot slit of his moist cunt. He reached for Maeve's body, cupping each of her ample breasts in his palms and flicked her stiffening nipples with his thumbs.

Tzu-Tzi's worming and wriggling tongue delved deep in the Akkadian's sheath leaving his cunt wet and aroused before withdrawing. He felt Maeve tense and sigh deeply, her hot breath expelled into his open mouth as they kissed. He surmised the Khitain had turned her tongue's ministrations to the Pict's quim and her skilled cunniligus was as arousing to Maeve as it had been to himself. The Pict's breathing grew rapid and he could feel her chest heaving through his palms upon her breasts. Maeve slowly withdrew her tongue, though not her grip upon his soft cheeks as she pulled her head back slightly so their faces were just a hand breadth apart. Tzu-Tzi's attentions shifted again, returning her tongue to the Akkadian's wet and eager sex.

"Tzu-Tzi is well skilled is she not?" Maeve asked, still breathing hard. "As skilled as a guild whore perhaps? She was the body **** to young a unmarried noble in Khitai. Though male company was forbidden the services of a female **** was accepted. She has told me that when entertaining her friends the noble would have her pleasure each of their cunts in turn whilst they conversed, drank wine and dined. She is much practised in the art."

A long lust filled from the Akkadian answered the questions more ably than words could and the Pict laughed, oddly girlish and light despite her fascinating but fearsome appearence. The pale orbs in his hands quivered with the throaty chuckling and the Akkadian let Maeve guide his head downwards to her breasts. Her nipples, the palest of pinks on her chalky white flesh had grown hard from his frotting and the Akkadian suckled hard upon them and lashed them with his tongue. He felt Maeve's hands leave his face and instead stroke his long and lustrously curled black hair. His cunt felt hot and drenched from need with the expert tongueing Tzu-Tzi was diligently administering.

"I think Tzu-Tzi's needs have been neglected far too long." Maeve stated. "I want both your beautiful cunts dripping wet. To the furs my little sluts, so I might taste your cunts myself."

Tzu-Tzi dropped to the soft warm furs immediately followed a moment later by the asassin. The Khitain turned towards him and he spread his legs in invitation. Moments later Maeve followed them down to the furs, positioning herself so the three slaves formed closed chain of ripe bodies. Tzu-Tzi's mouth was upon the Akkadian's sex, Maeve's upon Tzu-Tzi's and the Pict's hairless pale cunt was before the Akkadian waiting for his tongue to explore. The assassin eagerly shifted forward so his mouth closed over the tight looking slit of the Pict. His tongue pushed forward questing into the tight fold of Maeve's labia. Tzu-Tzi's tongueing had already heated and dampened the cunt before him, though he judged it was less wet and dripping than his own. He ran his tongue upwards along the tight crease seeking her clitoris. The Pict's bud was smaller than his own, a mere swelling in her flesh but his tongue could feel the engorged bean below the surface of the swell.