To the bed of some very surprised royals

The instant after she had been absorbed by the light in the bar, Maila heard a loud bang while an intense light blocked her vision.

Having re-materialized in thin air, she fell a foot or two before landing on a soft surface, apparently a mattress or such.

As the light went away, Maila’s eyesight was soon recovered, and she could glance around at her new surroundings.

She had indeed landed in a bed, and a rather large one at that, stretching wide enough so that a average-sized man could splay himself out over it and only have his feet hanging out over the side.

What more, Maila was not the only person present in the bed, nor was she the only nude person there.

Having landed on her back, with her smooth, long legs thrust wide apart, Maila had allowed her head to fall to the right, and now she saw that a woman was positioned just a few inches away from her, her hands and knees pressed against the sweat-stained, rumbled sheets.

The woman was a brunette, with a honey-coloured complexion which was no doubt the result of many hours exposure to the rays of the sun, and blessed with a curvaceous, healthy build, her firm, large breasts dangling between her slimly muscled arms while her blue eyes were held wide opened as she stared in bafflement at Maila.
She was unlikely to be older than twenty years of age, though the ripeness of her nubile body made it inconceivable that she was anything less than eighteen.

Behind the woman there was a man, standing on his knees with his cock thrust deep into her cunt, and he too had been rendered motionless with surprise at Maila’s unannounced visit to his and his woman’s bed.

The man was significantly older than his lover, no doubt being twice her age, something which his grey hair and wrinkled face denoted.
Despite his age, the grey-haired man looked muscular and fit, and would probably stand a few inches taller than six feet once he got out of bed. And wrinkles or no wrinkles, his face was very handsome, something which was reinforced by the strong stare of his steel-grey eyes.

“By my ancestors’ balls! Who are you!?” The male cried out, having recovered from the initial shock.

“Where am I?” Maila simply said in return, too surprised to reply to the man’s queries.

“This is my bedroom, in my kingdom, so I ask the questions and you answer them!” The man, a king if he was telling Maila the truth, and she saw no reason for him to lie about something like that, told her, his dark, masculine voice speeding up to reflect his mounting impatience.

The smell of sex filling her nostrils and the sight of the two naked bodies was enough to cause Maila’s new “tattoo” to start tingling again, and her rapidly increasing arousal did little for her ability to respond to the king with any coherence.

However, the king did nothing to **** any answers from her, instead looking distracted by something else for a few seconds.

In the silence which now followed, Maila noted how the young woman still impaled on his highness’ prick began to smile at her, a smile which only grew wider and lewder at the realization that the dark newcomer’s nipples were hardening into firm little buds.
As if to add to Maila’s “agony”, the woman wiggled her ass against the king, something which caused her heavy tits to move as well.

“Ah,” the king finally said, “Balian just informed me about you, Maila.”
Slowly pulling his member out of the woman’s pussy, the king then placed the turgid rod of veined flesh on top of the young minx’s heart-shaped derriere, the sight of the thick, long cock in all its engorged glory doing nothing to quench Maila’s lusts.

“I’m Thaddeus, King of Ligaria, and I welcome your help.” The king said, amidst lustful glares at Maila’s voluptuous body.

As for Maila, she had dug her fingers into the sheets to stop herself from starting to finger her soaking pussy.