They visit a friend of Zalah’s

The cool night air felt good as it hit his naked body, Dareios noticed as he stepped out onto the busy street outside the Horny Harlot, the clicking noise of the heels of her boots hitting the stone-tiled pavement telling him that Zalah was coming out right behind him.

Dareios turned round to face the cum-drenched slut, Zalah’s penchant for the indecent showing in the nature of her licentious smile.

“Where are we heading?” Dareios asked Zalah as passers-by ogled the pair of them, much like the two bouncers standing at the entrance to the establishment that they had just exited were staring unreservedly at Zalah’s derrière.

“I’m feeling a bit dizzy,” Zalah replied rather than to answer Dareios’ question, “I think I need something to hold on to.”

In a demonstrative and obviously premeditated manner, Zalah at first looked down and feigned surprise at the size of Dareios’ member by cocking one of her arched eyebrows.

“This will do nicely,” the blonde minx grinned wickedly at Dareios as she wrapped her fingers around his cock.

“Glad to be of service.” Dareios responded, his voice breaking up a little towards the end when Zalah began to stimulate his cock with a determined jerking of her hand, “But where are we going?”

“It’ll be a nice surprise,” Zalah promised him, but said nothing more about the exact nature of their intended destination as she instead turned in one direction and helpfully told him “This way”.

People moving down the street got out of their way as the strapping stud wearing nothing but a belt around his waist and a sword sheathed on his back was brought along by his hard cock a by naked and jizz-adorned slut who sent horny gazes at anyone who dared to look at her.

Even in the Kettle, a procession such as theirs was greeted with no small amount of attention, and both of them were further aroused by the knowledge that hundreds of people were looking at them, women on balconies going so far as to show their tits and pussies while directing cat-calls at Dareios, who nonetheless refused to abandon Zalah, a decision motivated with the fact that he couldn’t imagine that there was a woman in the city who was her equal.

For Zalah, she was infatuated with the man who’s cock she was stroking as they went along, his dick and balls being capable of offering her such pleasures that she couldn’t imagine letting go off him. She’d gladly share him, and finger herself as she watched him slam his giant fuckpole into some lucky slut, but not right now.

Precum was flowing out of his cumhole, and Dareios could say little since Zalah expertly kept him just within the point where he would let out another blizzard of glossy sperm, but he did note that the two of them left the Kettle’s walls behind to enter the area just outside of the pleasure district.
From there their journey was a short one, ending outside a small house which bore a sign stating “Perrima of Torcilla, Master Herbalist” just above its entrance.

“This is it,” Zalah told Dareios, “you’re going to meet a friend of mine.”
A rope dangled next to the doors, and as Zalah gave it a tug to rouse the bells to which it was attached she gave Dareios’ cock another jerk, bringing him dangerously close to releasing his load.

His balls throbbing and his cock feeling slick in Zalah’s perfectly held grip, Dareios waited for the doors to open.

“Who’s Perrima?” He asked, in between low grunts.

“You’ll like her,” Zalah ensured him, “she’s almost as big a slut as I am.”

“I find that very hard to believe,” Dareios protested, tensing up and moaning out loud as Zalah responded to his flattery by running her hand all the way down his cock to his dangling balls.

People who were walking by all reacted in much the same way: their eyes would bulge out at first as they got a first glance, then their jaws would be lowered and their pace slow down to a near-halt as they gawked at the sight of the two formidable lovers: a blonde vixen looking utterly ravaged standing around and jerking a hunky stud off at the side of the street was a sure way of getting people’s attention. Some even went as far as to nearly trip on their own legs or go walking into walls or lampposts as they became utterly fascinated by the scene.

Eventually, one of the two doors were pulled inwards, and a woman appeared in its place, standing in the sheen of light which was flowing out from the hallway behind her.

A buxom redhead with a perfect hourglass-figure, the woman’s pale blue eyes lit up when she saw Zalah and her new friend.

“Zalah!” The woman exclaimed, “You’re back! And looking your best.”

The woman, who was clad in a thin baby-blue robe that clung to her voluptuous body, ending halfway down her thighs, and which was cut so low that her bellybutton was visible, not to mention a good deal of her huge, round tits, now turned to take a good look at Dareios, her reaction being everything that he could have wished for.

“Perrima,” Zalah grinned at how her friend was staring at Dareios without even making the weakest attempt to hide her instant lusting after him, “this is Dareios.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Dareios truthfully told the beautiful redhead.

“You’re right about that.” Perrima agreed with him, one of her hands already rubbing her crotch as she eyed his naked frame and enormous cock.

“The two of you have shown up just as I was in the middle of something.” Perrima went on to say, motioning for Zalah and Dareios to enter her house.