Zayeh levels the score

Zayeh left the kitchen through the back stairs and entered the courtyard, ”Oh, look at me, I'm Lira, I sit on a high horse. Then I let a gnome fuck me, and then I act like fucking harpy”, she muttered to herself in her shrill impression of Lira, ”I'll show her.”

Her high heeled sandals tapped against the flagstones as she determinedly crossed the grounds, heading straight for the stable. The hulking guard from yesterday was back at the gate. His steely eyes followed her as she walked past, conducting a thorough inspection of her gently swaying curves.

Zayeh smiled, ”Good morning, Ralph, lovely day isn't it? Do you know if the stable boy is here today?”

”Lodmund?” he snorted, ”Aye, he's in the stable. What do you want with that simpleton?”

”Oh, just to level a score,” she replied, ”Thank you, handsome.”

Zayeh pulled the heavy stable door open with a creak, and she entered. The sounds and smells of a stable had always excited her. The fact was, she had lost her maidenhood in a stable not unlike this, as the young daughter of a **** belonging to an emir's palace, far away in her southern homelands. But that is a story for another day.

Lodmund, the stable boy, was indeed there, grooming a well-bred chestnut mare. The wiry, young man was shirtless in the heat and his glistening muscles rippled with each of his movements with the brush. He glanced nervously at Zayeh.

”Oh, morning, Miss,” he greeted.

Zayeh smiled, ”I can tell that she likes the way you touch her,” she observed, ”I believe that I would too if I was a horse that is. Or your sweetheart”, she purred.

The boy blushed, ”Uhm, how can I help you, Miss?”

”Well, it's a hot day, and I just thought you might fancy something to drink,” Zayeh held up her flagon of wine, ”I reckon you are old enough to...”, she ambiguously left the sentence unfinished, ”I'm guessing... nineteen?”

”Eighteen summers, miss, but it's a little early for that. And I have a lot of work to do.”

Zayeh pouted her lips, ”Well you're no fun,” she sighed, ”I'll just have to climb to the hayloft and enjoy this wine all by myself then.” She walked to the ladder leading to the loft above. She turned her head to Lodmund, smiling, ”Would hold this for me?”

”C-certainly, Miss, of course,” the boy stammered and hurried over, grabbing the wooden ladder. Zayeh slowly climbed the ladder and offered a close and spectacular view of her lewdly swaying, arse in the process, ”Ungh, so steep,” she moaned with an overly strained voice, ”Could you give me a push” Lodmund placed a trembling hand each on Zayeh's protruding cheeks. His palms were sweaty, and he couldn't help to give them a firm squeeze as he pushed. Zayeh gasped as she went over the ledge. She turned and looked down with a naughty smile, ”Well, are you coming?”

”Uhm, y-yes, miss,” the boy replied. He followed her like a lamb up the ladder and sat down in the hay. Zayeh moved closer to him, ”Cheers,” she said, raised the wine flagon, and took a deep swig – intentionally spilling a good amount down over her breasts. ”Oh no, I ruined it!” she exclaimed, ”Oh well, I guess I'll have to take it off,” she sighed and pulled the skimpy band of silk off her chest.

Lodmund just stared with his mouth agape. Zayeh straddled boy's lap and faced him, then arched her back and propped her mountainous tits up and held them together. She smiled mischievously, ”You turn,” she said as she poured wine all over her chest. The stable boy groaned and leaned in. He slurped greedily from of the red wine pooling in her deep cleavage, licked her dusky skin and dark nipples, fondled her wine-soaked and smooth, soft breasts. The innocent boy was a bit clumsy and heavy-handed, but Zayeh moaned and ran her fingers through his brown hair and pressed him to her bosom.

”Now my turn,” she moaned, placed her palms on the boy's chest and pushed him down on his back. She pounced on him, wildly kissing his neck and chin, then locking her soft, full lips onto his, smothering him with kisses and exploring his mouth with her playful tongue. She grabbed the flagon again and poured wine all over his bare chest. Lodmund gasped as the cool fluid splashed down on his body and Zayeh moved down and licked his warm skin clean. The wine mingled with his sweat and Zayeh moaned as she worked her tongue over his hairless and hard chest and stomach.

She moved further down and opened his trousers, tugging them down and liberated his cock from its restraints. A distinct musky scent filled her nose, and she gasped. The boy had an absolutely massive cock! Zayeh stared at it in astonishment as it rested on his flat stomach, all thick and hard and aching for release. She stroked it gently and teasingly kissed and licked its underside, then moved down to his testicles and relished the salty taste on her tongue as she took them into her mouth one by one. She tittered with delight as she felt his cock respond to her touch, throbbing and twitching in her hand.

Then she took a firm grip of his thick shaft, parted her lips and engulfed his giant cock in her mouth. With steady slurping sounds, she bobbed her head and crammed more and more of it into her wet mouth while her tongue slithered along the underside. Lodmund squirmed and groaned. Zayeh looked up and met his eyes as she sucked. The boy had the facial expression of a man getting his cock sucked for the first time ever.

He came instantly. Lodmund let out a loud growl, and his cock twitched as he erupted. Zayeh let out a surprised gagging sound as she felt the explosion of thick, sticky cum in her throat, but she kept his pulsating cock in her mouth. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she moaned around his hard shaft as she bobbed her head slightly and milked it with her tight lips, gulping down jet after jet of his salty hot semen with suckling noises.

”I love you, Miss!” the boy yelled out with a broken voice.

His violent orgasm finally waned, and Zayeh got his cock out of her mouth, panting as she licked up some droplets of jism from his belly. ”Thank you,” the boy gasped, ”And s-sorry.”

”Oh that's quite alright,” Zayeh cooed as she got back up, wiping some cum off her lips with the back of her hand. She burped. Goddess, that was a huge load, ”But you're not done”, she said and pulled her silky bottom down over her shapely arse, ”Nowhere near done,” she hissed and threw her leg around, straddling the boy's face, her cunt just a few inches from his mouth.

”Thirsty?” she asked mischievously and then poured wine down her belly. Lodmund opened his mouth and drank the wine as it trickled down Zayeh's cunt. His tongue swirled around her lips and clit as he drank and Zayeh moaned with lust from the sensation. She parted her labia and guided her swollen nub to his lips and rocked her hips, riding his face. ”Needs some practice,” she moaned with a throaty voice, ”But not bad.... ungh goddess... not bad at all.”

Lodmund cock came to life once again, and Zayeh grinned, ”Good boy,” she hissed and slid down his body, positioned herself above his cock, and guided the large member to her sopping wet entry. Then she slowly lowered herself, wrapping more and more of her silky warm folds around his swollen member, biting her lip and whimpering as she impaled herself. She closed her eyes and parted her lips in a long, lustful moan. She started riding him, skillfully rolling her hips, rising and lowering herself in a slow and steady pace. She took the boy's hands and resolutely placed them on her breasts, then put her hands on his chest and increased the speed, bouncing up and down and slamming her body against his.

Zayeh moaned and turned her head. Then squealed out in shock. A square-jawed and stern face peered over the ledge. Someone was watching them!

”Well well,” Ralph the brawny guard chuckled, ”Now what is going on here?”