The Madame accepts

“And I get four out of every ten coins that you earn whoring?” The Madame asked Zalah.
“Two out of ten seem more suitable” was Zalah’s reply.
“Now girl, four is the standard cut for my girls, and that’s lower than what plenty of other Madams’ and pimps’ take from their girls.”
“Sure, put I’m not your average whore. There isn’t a cock that’s too big for me, as Galashiels will soon find out.” At that, Zalah reached out with her hand towards the heavy-set man, her slender fingers dancing over the underside of his strapped-down cock, causing him to shiver with excitement.
“Alright, so you’ll agree to take on any man or woman who might be a tad too much for my other girls?”
“The bigger the better.” Zalah replied, while running her thumb over the head of Galashiels’ cock, something which provoked a deep groan from the young man.

“I do believe that we’ve got ourselves a deal,” The Madame grinned at Zalah, and at Galashiels, “so are you two going to fuck each other out here, or do I have time to show you to a room first?”
“You haven’t.” Zalah said, quickly untying the leather strap, with the effect that Galashiels’ massive member suddenly dropped forwards with a great deal of ****, almost hitting Zalah’s right arm in the process. She managed to pull back her arm however, and was grateful for it.

Having her arm broken by a massive cock might make the excellent inspiration to a humorous tale at some point in the distant future, but it sure as hell wouldn’t help her carry out the task at hand.

All others who were present in the room and still conscious watched on with wide-open eyes as Zalah grabbed a firm hold of the rapidly hardening tool, its incredibly wide girth meaning that she barely managed to get a good grip of it, and more or less hurled it upwards.

For Galashiels, this turn of events meant that instead of fighting, he would at last be allowed to copulate with a woman, and the fact that this woman was probably the most spectacular example of womanhood that he had ever seen turned him on to the extent that he had to brace himself from simply bending her forwards and plunge his awe-inspiring tool into her tight-looking cunt.

For the Madame, her whores and those few bouncers that had passed through the fight with Galashiels without getting knocked ****, it was the release from fear at his rage, combined with astonishment at what Zalah had set out to do, that caused them to stare at the buxom slut.

Bending her head forwards the few inches that were required to put her lips on top of the gargantuan phallus, the helmet of which was easily larger than her fists, Zalah allowed her drool to slip out past her lips, drops of her saliva slowly trickling their down over the cock-end.
Galashiels’ pisshole was probably of the same width as one of Zalah’s pinkies, and he let out a hoarse groan when he felt Zalah put her tongue against it, slowly circling around it while rubbing her fingers against the veined trunk of his member.

“Mistress Zenobia,” one of the whores whispered to the Madame, “should one of us slip out and call on the guards. The sight of these two copulating will be the first thing that meets our customers.”
“Silly girl,” Zenobia replied, “you say that as if it was a bad thing. Men and women who enter here and see these two fucking will be awed by that blonde slut’s debauchery, and will hope that all of you are as nasty. No, clean up the traces of the fight and patch the bouncers up, and find our bard!”

Just then, Zalah pulled her mouth back from Galashiels’ urethra, the dark pisshole now glistening as it was coated with her spit.
“So, is anyone going to strip me while I suck this big boy off then?” Her question was directed to all the women in the room, seemingly challenging them to get involved with her and Galashiels.
“I’ll do it.” Zenobia smiled as she took a step forwards, then closed in on the centre of the room, where the two lovers were standing.

Having returned to sucking on the enormous head of Galashiels’ dick directly after putting forth her question, Zalah looked briefly at the approaching brothel-mistress, and then returned her focus to the massive pillar of flesh that was pressed against her face.

Starting with removing Zalah’s weapons and her pack, Zenobia handed the gear over to a nearby whore, thereafter letting her feminine hands slide up over Zalah’s slender but muscular stomach, her fingers running over the blonde whore’s firm abs before clasping hold of her perfectly shaped and generously sized breasts, playing with her thick nipples through the thin fabric of her flimsy top, at the same time as
Zalah began to engulf the massive head of Galashiels’ penis.

Letting her hands move further up Zalah’s body to her shoulders, Zenobia slowly began to remove the straps of her top, all the while planting soft kisses on Zalah’s smooth neck.

Suddenly losing all sense of moderation, Zenobia reached forwards again and ripped open the front of Zalah’s top, the blonde’s pair of tits popping free from their confinement.

If she took any notice of what Zenobia had done with her top, Zalah didn’t show it, focusing instead on slowly moving her head down the length of Galashiels’ turgid cock.
“Gods, you’re a whore like no other, aren’t you?” Zenobia cooed into Zalah’s ears, her hands moving away from the blonde’s ripped top, down over her stomach again, and clasping hold of the band of Zalah’s obscenely small g-string.

At first pulling the band upwards, thus forcing the g-string past Zalah’s vaginal lips, Zenobia then yanked it back and forth in a circular motion, grinding the fabric against her new employee’s cunt.
This caused Zalah to let out a moan against Galashiels’ cock, the top of which had since long disappeared into her mouth.

“Girls, watch and learn from this slut! She’s moaning at having her pussy abused while she’s sucking on a cock that would make a stallion envious!”
By now, a few customers had arrived at the brothel, and were staring in wide-eyed disbelief at the scene before them.

Ignoring both them and Zenobia’s comments about her nature, Zalah’s world currently spun around Galashiels’ cock.
She surmised that the horned man looked like he was about to climax soon.

Not a stranger to Minotaurs, Zalah hoped that her newfound lover had inherited all that came along with their cocks, like lasting longer than as good as any human male and also producing more than cum than six or seven humans. When a male Minotaur climaxed, what followed was usually not as much a cumshot as a cum-shower, and Galashiels’ had apparently been going a long time without a woman.
This, Zalah hoped, would be good.