A trio of travelling prostitutes

The three women stood in silence, staring at Dareios, and at the dead robbers.
This gave Dareios a chance to get a closer look at the trio of ladies, and he had to admit that he liked what he saw.

The first of them was definitely of southern origin, her skin being dark brown in colour and her charcoal-black hair, which reached down to between her shoulder blades, was kept in several thin braids. Pout lips, high cheekbones and green eyes were the three most striking of her facial features. For clothing, the black woman wore a snug and thin dress, which was cut low at the neck and high at the waist, showing off much of both her impressive bosom and her firm thighs.

Standing next to her was a blonde who seemed to be the living inspiration to the word “buxom”, her massive chest dwarfing those of her compatriots, even if they too were much more top-heavy than the average woman. Dareios had to admit that he wouldn’t mind having his cock lodged between those two fabulous tits, and he was sure that he could come up with some way to convince the blonde to take of the aqua-coloured, low-cut and awfully tight top which currently imprisoned her spectacular breasts.
Apart from the top, the blonde was dressed in a white thong that disappeared in between the folds of her cunt; allowing Dareios and everyone else see her bald pussy-lips, and a pair of leather-boots that reached up a few inches past her knees.

The third woman was a brunette, with a deeply tanned complexion and big brown eyes, which looked appreciatively at Dareios, her gaze drawn to rapidly hardening cock, its swelling causing her lush lips to curl into an amused smile. She was the one of them with smallest bosom, even if each one of her two breasts rivalled her head in size, but also looked to be the most fit, her abdomen muscular and flat and her limbs being well-developed and firm-looking. The curls of her brown hair reached down over her shoulders, covering up the straps of her green top, while snug brown pants and shiny leather boots made up the rest of her outfit.
On her right thigh was tied a throwing dagger similar to the one which had struck one of the robbers, and an empty dagger sheath was placed on her left one.

By now, enough time seemed to have passed that the stress of battle had left the women, apparently being replaced by lust as they stared at Dareios’ naked body.
As for Dareios, it was merely the presence of the handful of corpses that kept him from trying to make the women show him a little “gratitude” for having interfered in the fight.

“I suppose that thanks are in order for intervening on our behalf against these robbers.” The black woman was the first to speak, looking Dareios straight in the eyes.
“Not to mention for walking around like that…” The brunette cooed, while fingering with the strings that were holding the front of her top together.
“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine.” Dareios replied, probably to the black woman, even if he did cast the brunette a hungry glance as he spoke.
“Now, handsome, aren’t you going to introduce yourself?” The blonde woman said to Dareios, she too looking at him with lustful eyes.
“Ah, where’s my manners… I’m Dareios, currently on my way to Tharros. And you are?”

“Afraid that you’re going to have to carry your belongings by yourself the rest of the way, by the looks of your animal.” The black woman looked past Dareios shoulder, and as he turned his head to see what she was looking at, he saw that his donkey was lying on the ground, a crossbow bolt sticking out of its throat.
“Aw, fuck…” He muttered as he watched how blood trickled out down the now deceased pack animal’s neck.
“It would appear as though you will have to carry your belongings yourself,” the black woman said, “unless of course…”
“Yes?” Dareios asked as the black woman’s voice faded. He was slightly upset, as the donkey’s **** had robbed him off his primary source of money once in Tharros.
“Well, allow me first to introduce me and my friends. I am Jalee, that blonde tit-queen heeds to the name of Vanya, and my brown-haired friend goes by the name of Kandra. We’re whores from Tharros, and are currently touring the towns and villages in the area, performing at taverns and taking on customers.”
“Getting to see all the exciting flea-infested little dumps north of Tharros.” Vanya commented.
“Ah, for the drama and pace of your average, unnamed mining camp where no one has heard about the concept of soap.” Kandra filled in.

Rolling her eyes but otherwise ignoring her two friends, Jalee carried on speaking.
“Now, I don’t have to tell that if you’re as good at fucking as you’re well-hung, a man like you could make a little gold if he were to travel with us.”
“You’d be a welcome addition to the floorshow.” Vanya added in.
“Yes, the gods know that you can only vary the lesbian theme for so long before getting bored.” Kandra agreed.
“Well, I have heard you complain yet, but this could be due to you usually burying your head between my thighs first chance you get.” Vanya taunted her auburn-haired friend.
“So, what do you say?” Jalee asked Dareios, her tone of voice and the look on her face signalling that she certainly wouldn’t mind it if his reply was positive.