Zair

“Oh and Zalah,” Perrima called out just as Zalah had begun pushing the door open, “don’t get side-tracked finger-fucking yourself.

Throwing Perrima a dirty grin, Zalah entered the room and closed the door behind her, shutting the redheaded herbalist out.

The room which Zalah had entered turned out to be pretty small, with a copper tub placed in the middle of it, the steam rising up from it hinting that it had been filled with hot water.

Naked, Zalah climbed into the pool and cooed as she felt the warm water against her skin, some of it washing against her sensitive and cum-filled asshole and pussy. The warmth felt great to Zalah, who had a hard time keeping from starting to finger her cunt as she instead proceeded to wash the traces of jizz of her body.
With the cum now floating in the tub rather than slithering down her voluptuous shape, Zalah took a deep sigh and then stepped out of the tub once more, letting out a low yelp as she placed a wet foot on the cold stone-cobbles which made up the floor.
Grinning to herself, Zalah got down on her knees next to the tub and scooped up some of the water in her right hand, savouring the fusion of clear water and salty sperm as she gulped it down her throat.

Wiping her body dry with a towel, Zalah then tossed it away to land in the tub before turning to scrutinize the latest outfit which Perrima had laid out for her.

Rolling the sheer black stockings up her long, toned legs, Zalah next slipped on the black stiletto heels and then the fingerless black gloves which reached up to her elbows.
After tying the string over her back and around her throat which kept her black top in place, Zalah noted than the snug garment was cut so low that her hard nipples were left fully exposed.
Having donned the top, Zalah looked down at the padded bench for a thong or a skirt, but could see none lying there. Realizing that Perrima wanted her to go around with her pussy completely bare, Zalah smiled lusciously before exiting the room.

Well outside, Zalah found Perrima waiting for her, the herbalist and painter having done nothing to clean herself up in the meantime, cum still dripping from her face and ass.

“You look ravishing.” Perrima complemented Zalah’s appearance.

“As do you,” Zalah responded, smiling at Perrima, who was naked save for the platform shoes, “and I love this new outfit.”

“Yes,” Perrima stepped up to Zalah and put one hand on Zalah’s crotch, “what’s the use in hiding this?”

Patting Zalah’s cunt, Perrima slipped a finger past its puffy lips, an action which **** Zalah to let out a low groan of lust as the digit was buried past her labia.

“Or these?” Perrima went on, before bowing her head and closing her cum-smeared lips around Zalah’s right nipple, loudly sucking on the hard bud whilst beginning to jab two fingers in and out of Zalah’s slit.

“But enough of that,” Perrima broke away from Zalah’s tit, the blonde moaning from disappointment at the pair of fingers being pulled from her wet twat, “time for you to meet the next lucky stud whose business it is to fuck you.”

The room which Perrima led Zalah into turned out to be large and scarcely furnished, just a few mirrors, a few padded chairs and a queen-sized bed in the middle of it.

Sitting on the bed was a husky man with a dark brown complexion and shortly cropped black hair, his erect phallus sticking up from between his legs and looking to be a few inches longer than a foot.

“This is Zair,” Perrima informed Zalah, “a friend of mine, and a man whose back-story is perhaps even more remarkable than yours.”

Zair had turned his head towards them, and the muscular man smiled as his emerald gaze fell first upon Perrima, then shifted to Zalah.

Zalah liked what she was seeing, and was just about to ask what type of conjuration that Zair had been introduced to, when he rose from his position on the bed.

Cooing with delighted surprise, Zalah noted that Zair’s balls were larger than any pair which she had seen in quite a while, each cum-filled orb easily rivalling a coconut in size as it throbbed against the front of his thighs, his scrotum having ballooned to a size where it could no longer be contained between his legs.

“As you can see,” Zair spoke to Zalah, “Perrima has made me taste something which is supposed to enlarge a man’s balls. I suspect that it’s working rather too well, actually.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that…” Perrima said with a sultry smirk, while Zalah licked her lips.