A proposal

“Every day should start like this.” Malouda contended as Dareios ended his cum-storm, which had left most of her features dulled by ample servings of sticky white ball-cream, her gaze drifting from his cock up to his face as her hands pressed against the outsides of her breasts; forcing the glorious orbs of taut flesh upwards and together.

“You’re not proposing to me, are you?” Dareios replied, grinning wildly while one of his eyebrows was cocked.

“You beast!” Malouda mocked scorn while rising up to give Dareios’ cock a playful slap, the rigid pole of meat bouncing in recoil to the soft blow, “I’ve no intentions of proposing that we marry until I’ve seen that you know how to use a fork and knife. Speaking of that, it’s time for breakfast.”

“Alright,” Dareios followed Malouda from the balcony, the villagers’ on the street letting out a hail of disapproval at their exit, “but you must admit that our kids would be the stuff of legends.”

“I should think that you’ve already given us two a legend that will be spread in these parts,” Malouda nodded in the direction of the street, “hopefully many more will follow.”

Not bothering with either dressing or cleaning herself, Malouda continued out of the room, Dareios being in a similar state of presentability, that is to say poor if you were going to a high-end dinner party but just right if you were just about to crash an orgy, and began to guide him through a stone-paved corridor and down a spiralling staircase that led all the way down to the ground floor.

The dining room proved to be a large hall, with a gallery running above it, and a large rectangular table out wood, currently being used to host a wide variety of dishes, the offering of them being so developed that Dareios could start the day with a spot of timbale, a massive piece of steak and some mousse for desert if he so pleased, all of which could be washed down with a few glasses of wine, red or white.
Already seated by the table and for the most part enjoying a more conventional meal were the other members of the party; one trio of whores and one of siblings.

Vanya had dressed for breakfast by putting on dark-blue top which was little more than a collar around her neck but which expanded in width until it hit her bosom, where it ended abruptly to leave her muscular belly exposed, along with the sides of her mouth-watering tits, along with a very simple dress in a brighter shade of blue, which was kept in place by being tied to a simple knot on her right hip, the garment running so low that most of her pelvis remained bare.

Kandra, being the most fit of all of the three female prostitutes, was showing off her well-trained state by wearing a suit made out of a glossy black material which clung to her chest and crotch, a thin bridge of the material combining the two areas but leaving most of her impressive midriff completely devoid of cover, while her legs were shielded by a pair of thigh-high boots made out of black leather.

Not to be outdone by her colleagues, Jalee had donned a miniscule cloak in pale green silk, the garment hanging down over her breasts before disappearing behind her ribs, and a matching thong a pair of pantyhose, her jet-black hair being kept in several braids.

Wynne and Catalin were sporting matching outfits, small golden clamps over their nipples and gold-chains around their waists, their pussies not covered by anything, while their brother was dressed in a pair of snug pants.

Strategically located in the room were four maids, all of them young and nubile and dressed in standardized white dresses which clung to their curvy bodies in a way which left very little to be imagined.

Being greeted by good-natured comments on their appearance, Malouda and Dareios each began to prop up various pieces of food on the plates which one of the servant girls, a young blonde thing who couldn’t keep from gawking at Dareios, and then sat down to consume their respective meals.

Breakfast way enjoyed in a friendly atmosphere.

“So,” Malouda began once her plate was emptied and a cup of tea had been placed next to it by a red-haired servant, “after our adventures last night I, Wynne and Catalin got together this morning and agreed on giving you four a proposal.”

“Oh,” Jalee took it upon herself to respond, “and what is that, may I ask?”

“That you stay with us for a while,” Wynne joined in, “certainly there’s a lot more things which we can do to one another?”

“Our tour of the border-cities isn’t over yet,” Kandra replied, “though you’re making it very tempting to end it here and now.”

“We’ll leave you to discuss it.” Malouda concluded, and with that the four nobles exited themselves from the room.