“The Minotaur Bull”

The pair of busty beauties steered their way down the streets of Tharros, basking in the hungry looks that passers-by offered them, men and women gawking at the two, appreciative whistles mixing in with the sound of their high-heels hitting the stone tiles of the narrow street.

“Still a sucker for a little public nudity, darling?” Perrima grinned at Zalah, just as a hardy, half-naked man came towards them.
“Always!” was Zalah’s spirited response.

The muscular stranger had already been staring at them before Perrima threw the cloak back over her shoulders, the thin garment now hanging behind her back, letting the man and all others revel in the appetizing sight of her nubile, taut body.

Even in a city with as low public sense of morality and moderation as Tharros, the presence of two ravishing beauties such as Zalah and Perrima, the latter of which no longer making any effort to conceal her beautiful body, was enough to cause quite a stir amongst those present in the street, and quite few cocks were aching hard, and quite a few cunts turning soppy.

Quickly evaluating the man coming towards them, Zalah found that she liked what she was seeing; he was, as she had noted at first sight, well-built and wearing nothing more than boots, pants and a belt, with a sword hanging at his right hip. With hazelnut-coloured hair that was kept short and a ruggedly handsome face, the man looked as if Zalah could have some fun with him.

“My oh my…” Zalah mused as the two passed the man, who had halted and leaned himself against a wall, his pants unable to obscure the fact that he was sporting a massive erection.
Stepping up to the man, Zalah ran her hand over the bulge on the front of his pants, and bent down to kiss one of his exposed nipples, expertly rolling her tongue over the hard bud.

“My friend Zalah has a thing for big, strong men with big, fat cocks, handsome.” Perrima told the stranger, while Zalah maintained her hold of his rigid member.
“What do you say about us bringing this fine example of manhood along with us, wherever it is we’re going?” Zalah asked Perrima, seemingly ignoring the man whose cock she was now slowly stroking through the thin fabric of his pants.
“Oh, I think that he would fit in just fine…” Perrima mused, giving both of them a lecherous smile.
“What’s your name?” Zalah asked the man, her tone of voice reeking of sultry self-assurance.
“Uh…” The man stuttered, “Ormod.”
“Well, Ormod, you’re about to experience the best fucking night of your life, because I aim to drain every last drop of cum out of these heavy balls of yours.” Zalah gave Ormod a wolfish grin as she placed her hand against his testicles, her massive tits pressed against his hard chest.

Perrima led Zalah and Ormod into the depths of the Kettle, until the trio were more or less in the exact geographic centre of that seedy part of Tharros.
In front of them was a large wooden building, with a pair of heavy doors that were kept wide-open, with the replica of a Minotaur’s head hanging over the entrance.
“Ah, the Minotaur Bull…” Zalah crossed her arms over her flat stomach as she looked at the head, “it’s almost like seeing an old friend.”

Stepping through the doors, the three found themselves standing in a huge room, filled with men and women, some of which sitting around tables while others remained standing.

On some of the tables, half-naked or naked women were dancing, whereas other women were busy being fucked on top of other tables.
Grinning as the odours of smoke, **** and sex came flowing towards her; Zalah peeked at the far end of the room. There, a massive image of a Minotaur had been painted directly onto the wall.

The fact that the bull had been rendered in twice the size of a real one meant that the image was truly massive, reaching all the way up to the ceiling. And of course, this meant that the bared and fully hard cock was bigger than Zalah’s legs.
Painted as kneeling around the Minotaur were several women, all of them buxom and naked, who were obediently remaining still as the man-bull’s seed was plastered onto their fit bodies.

“It’s a crude painting, but I can’t help but loving it.” Perrima smiled at Zalah.
“Yeah, imagine being fucked by that…” Zalah replied, having resumed her slow stroking of Ormod’s rock-hard dick