Zair

Zair’s world had just a few seconds ago consisted of an uninhabited savannah on which he was thrusting his newly empowered penis into the buxom young slut that had taken his virginity, only to be transmuted by one consisting of nothing more than a black void cut through by kaleidoscopic flashes of light and then once again into one where he was in the air a few feet above a muddy path.

Falling onto the ground before he had time to open his mouth and let out a cry of astonishment, Zair braced the fall with his hands, using his considerable arm-power to halt the descent until his feet made contact with the hard, damp dirt.

As he rose to his feet, Zair could see that it was not a path on which he had landed, but rather a narrow alleyway running between two stone-buildings, their shadows causing the narrow, unlit passage to be cast in a dreary darkness which had obscured Zair from the busy street which lay not more than a few yards away from his current position.

Looking out at the street, Zair could spot several men and women walking past the mouth of the alley, with the women having a tendency of being young, curvaceous and scantily clad, something which served only to further enrage Zair’s penis, which remained erect after the long, steamy session of savage fucking that the sorceress had treated him to.

Flooding into the alley from the street was the soar of voices and music, with the same collection of sounds also being produced from the two buildings that surrounded it, and Zair could see that the building located directly opposite to the mouth of the alley was a three-story building with a large sign in the shape of a busty woman clad in absolutely nothing straddling the doorway to the house. In her up-stretched arms, the wooden woman held a sign stating the name “The Siren’s Lament”.

Having little doubt as to the nature of the Siren’s Lament, or of the other houses around or in front of him, Zair wondered what the reaction would be if he barged in there, buck-naked and sporting a massive hard-on.

Just as he had begun to ponder that rather interesting question, Zair picked up something coming from behind him, reaching his ears through the din washing over him from the street outside.

Turning round, he saw that the narrow passageway ended up at the entrance to a small yard, surrounded by stone buildings, and it was from there that the sound was originating.

The sound, its source out of view to Zair, was that of a woman crying out again and again, although Zair could not make out the emotions behind the cry.