A goodmorning fuck for Zulecia.

Dareios closed the door behind them, so Zuleica would not have to let go of his vein ridged fuckpole. Both of them stood in the drawing room, and when Dareios had asked why the drawing room was so close to the bedroom last night, Namaria had explained, with a impish smile on her face, that after a few moments with them, their guest were too tired to even walk downstairs, let alone to their own home.

As Dareios and Zuleica walked towards a comfortable looking couch, two long-chairs and a long square coffee table that was hopefully more sturdy than the table in the dressing room last night, they passed a painting that had raised Dareios' curiosity last night.

The painting depicted two women, Zuleica and another woman that was probably her sister.
On the painting, Zuleica had her long black hair in a simple braid and was wearing what looked like a pink loincloth, but thinner to show off the swollen lips of her sex. A thin white band stretched over her massive tits and covered her nipples, but left her areolae in the open. Her long, toned dancers legs had been clad in white stockings, while a pair of pink platform heeled sandals adorned her feet.

The woman next to her, had white shoulder length hair but otherwise looked the same as Zuleica, being tall for a woman, bronzed skin and having big dark expressive eyes, and full perfect lips. She had the same humongous tits, that sat high and proud on her chest and mocked the forces of gravity, and the same wide, muscled hips and waspish waist. But unlike Zuleica, it seemed like she wasn't a dancer, but a warrior.

The reason for that conclusion was because the woman's honed abdominal muscles, and flat muscular lower belly. And because she wore what seemed to be a chainmail bikini, though the top half only managed to cover her nipples, and the straps that were slung over her wide curvy hips seemed close to snapping, making Dareios wonder if whatever blacksmith had made the armor, if you could call it that, had purposely made it too small. Her legs were long and muscled, and clad in knee-height boots with heels that were at least eight inches high, the Arakanian wondered if she actually fought in those, and if she did she must be one hell of a warrior.

“I wouldn't mind meeting your sister.” Dareios said with a grin.

“Frea? You pervert! Am I not enough for you?” Zuleica said pretending to be hurt , but returned the musclebound stud's grin with a saucy smile of her own. This caused the studly blonde to fire a bolt of precum, that smacked against a vase of flowers standing on a nearby cabinet.

When the vase shattered, Dareios winced.
“That...Wasn't expensive was it?” He asked.

In response, Zuleica laughed heartily.
“After last night, I was preparing myself for a few shattered pieces of furniture, so don't worry about a silly little vase.” She said with a grin on her face, as she squeezed his cock playfully.

Zuleica let go of Dareios' monstercock, and sat down on the edge of the table and spread her long, toned legs. Just when she was about to say something slutty, Dareios surprised her by dropping to his haunches and burying his face between her thighs. The white fur adorning the hemline of her nightgown brushed against the Arakanian's forehead, as his tongue brushed over the darkened and swollen lips of the top heavy dancer's cunt. Zuleica cooed pleasurably as his tongue danced over her labia, or brushed over her erect clit and soon she buried her hands in Dareios' short blonde hair as a flurry of girlcum washed over his face.

A needy gasp left Zuleica's throat when his tongue slipped in her wet honeypot, and her eyelashes trembled when his tongue soon brought her to the edge of another climax. The top-heavy, raven haired slut removed her hands from Dareios' head and instead placed them over her own mouth to muffle the shriek of passion as her gelatinous juices filled the well-hung hunk's mouth. After her orgasm had ended, Dareios left her pussy behind and got to his feet and kissed Zuleica.

The busty slut felt her own juices entering her mouth, and hungrily swallowed them down. When Dareios tried to pull away from the kiss, she sucked on his lower lip for a few seconds before she let him, and then licked her own lips as she looked at him naughtily. The muscular Templar grunted, and shot another welter of precum. It went over the dancer's head, and instead smacked against a bookcase causing several books to fall from the shelves.

“I think we might need to hire a maid with you around.” Zuleica said with a broad smile.

“If I get to pick her.” Dareios said. “Then I'm all up for that.” He said with a triumphant smile, as he pressed the peach sized head of his mammoth fuckslab against the swollen lips of Zuleica's drooling honeypot.

Instead of answering, Zuleica's eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth formed a perfect circle, as the large crown of Dareios' cock was currently stretching her pink pussy wider than it had ever been stretched before, and soon girlcum geysered from her pussy to coat his muscular stomach. The Arakanian continued to slowly press his monstercock in the raven haired slut's tight honeypot, and was rewarded by several more blasts of her clear ejaculate.

When Dareios' beefy balls rested against Zuleica's juicy ass, his cock throbbed and a copious amount of his prejizz sprayed forth from his cumslit, causing Zuleica to moan softly as another voluminous spray of her girlcum coated Dareios' muscular chest. The Arakanian chuckled, as his chest and stomach shone with girlcum, while Zuleica's tight cunt was wildly contracting around his massive member.

“You certainly weren't lying about being a size-queen.” Dareios mused, and in response she shot him a tired but slutty smile.

“No I wa- Oh fuck!” Zuleica yelped,as another orgasm washed over her when Dareios pulled his hips back, and more girlcum geysered from her cock stuffed cunt.

When half of Dareios' sixteen inch pussy pleaser was pulled from Zuleica's foaming honeypot, he grunted and slammed it back in. And without giving Zuleica the chance to scream, he did it again. Before long, he was fucking her pussy like a man possessed, and Zuleica merely stared up at the ceiling as orgasm after powerful orgasm washed over her.

Zuleica's mountainous, bronzed tits were shaking so wildly that her nightgown could not hold the massive, gravity defying globes and they were now shaking in the open. That was until Dareios couldn't resist the sight of her awe-inspiring tits, and wrapped his mouth around one of her nipples, while her other large tit got squeezed and cupped by one of his hands. The hot bolt of prejizz that was then fired in her snatch, in combination with Dareios' wild thrusts and the teasing of her tits caused Zuleica to arch her back while thick sprays of her clear ejaculate washed over the Arakanian stud's stomach and chest.

“Fuck...Feels like someone shoved a log up my cunt!” Zuleica said in a frail voice, as she wrapped her arms around Dareios' neck.

“How would you know what the feels like?” Dareios shot back after removing his mouth from her tit, a wry smile glued on his lips.

“Our acts can get pretty **** sometimes.” Zuleica said dryly, as she smiled naughtily and wiggled her eyebrows.

Dareios laughed heartily, but his laugh was cut off when he groaned darkly and shot another fat bolt of prejizz in her frothing honeypot as he pumped his hips. He continued thrusting his hips for several more moments, eliciting yelps and moans from Zuleica while she coated his stomach with several more blasts of girlcum, until he finally groaned and his heavy, fat balls pumped out thick, hot blasts of spunk.
After he extracted his massive member, Zuleica expertly manipulated her pussy to make sure that none of the thick, white cream escaped and smiled naughtily at Dareios.

Zuleica sat up, her skimpy nightie no longer covering her mountainous tits, while the fur hemline was dripping with her juices. She smiled naughtily at Dareios, and slowly got to her feet. “It might be my imagination, but it seems like these big beautiful balls pump out a lot more cum now.” The top heavy dancer mused, as she fondled Dareios' nuts.

“You might be right.” Dareios grunted, as Zuleica's fondling of his testes got him to fire off another bolt of prejizz, which smacked against the wall.

Zuleica giggled, and then, without warning, pushed Dareios down on the couch. The top heavy dancer sucked on the peach sized head of his monstercock, and moaned in delight before she pulled it from her hungry gob. “Mmm... It still has that new cock taste.” Zuleica mused, and Dareios cocked an eyebrow at Zuleica comment and the brunette stuck out her tongue before she continued sucking the hunk's horsedick.

The moans, groans and shrieks coming from the other room caused Namaria to lazily open her eyes, she noted how Zoelle was resting her head on one of her massive tits, the blonde's golden hair tickling her skin. The dark-skinned vixen smiled and gently laid the blonde's head on one of the pillows. The ebony skinned minx then stretched felinely, raising her arms and arcing her back in such a fashion that it accentuated her massive, gravity defying tits.

Looking at the right side of the massive bed, she noted that it was empty. She smiled to herself, and shook her head.
“Damn, I was planning to steal the stud.” Namaria whispered to herself, she then brought one of her hands to her mouth to stifle a yawn, and rolled out of bed.

Still naked, Namaria approached one of the massive wardrobes standing in the spacious bedroom. Opening the piece of furniture, she smiled naughtily to herself when she wondered just what she was going to wear. As she picked out her clothes, one of her hand occasionally brushed against her pussy, although the sounds from the other room had just stopped it had moistened her honeypot. When she had found a naughty enough outfit, she smiled triumphantly and put it on.

A large mirror stood near the wardrobe, and Namalia smiled saucily as she examined herself in it. “Oh yes, I'm a hot little slut.” Namaria sighed, as her slender fingers slid up along her pussy and she then brought them to her mouth to suck her juices from them.

Namaria was wearing a close fitting top that clung to her mountainous tits, and stopped just above her belly button, the black and pink spotted top was low cut and revealed a lot of cleavage, just barely covering her nipples while thin straps ran up to her otherwise naked shoulders. A black garter belt, between two and three inches wide and made from lace, was fastened around her slender waist and two elastic suspenders were attached to each side.

The suspenders were clipped to the deep red parts of Namaria's silk stockings close to her thighs, while the rest of the material solid black and looking like it had been painted onto her long, toned legs. Namaria's feet were clad in dark red sandals with platform heels, their slender straps criss-crossed over her calves. Giggling and turning around, Namaria looked over her shoulder to examine her bare, dark bubble butt that was sculpted to perfection by years of dancing.

She spread her peachy buttocks with one hand, which brought her balloon knot asshole into view while the fingers of her other hand brushed over her cinnamon ring. When she heard Zoelle moving behind her, Namaria instead looked ahead of her and saw that the blonde had kicked off the sheet, revealing her naked body. The busty blonde's huge tits were raising and falling in her sleep, and her slender waist, her flat stomach with etched muscles on her abdomen and lower stomach were exposed for Namaria's viewing pleasure. The sight of Zoelle, as well as a loud grunt from the other side of the door caused the dark-skinned vixen to shriek while her pussy juices rained down on the floor.

“I suppose I should check up on them.” Namaria sighed, as she stopped checking herself out in the mirror, and approached the door leading towards the drawing room.

Once she opened the door, the dark-skinned beauty was greeted by a very pleasant sight. Dareios sat on the wide couch made from a yellowish brown wood and padded with comfortable crimson cushions, the Arakanian's left elbow leaned on the armrest while he raised his right hand at Namaria as a form of greeting. Zuleica sat between the blonde stud's legs, and had worked his large cock down her throat while her chin had disappeared between his beefy balls.

“Goef morfin” Zuleica greeted Namaria, as she spotted Dareios waving at her.

“Don't talk with your mouth full, sweetie.” Namaria giggled. “Speaking of which, are the two of you hungry?” She asked Dareios and Zuleica.

“I am.” Dareios grunted. “But Zuleica might soon be stuffed.” He answered Namaria.

“You might be surprised with her appetite.” Namaria said, as she winked at Dareios. “So I will go to the kitchen, and fix some breakfast for us.” She said as she approached the chest of drawers next to couch, it was well-made piece of furniture made from a dark red wood and with gold handles on the drawers, and opened it to grab a key.

Namaria closed the drawer and sauntered back to the bedroom, while she swayed her wide hips and shook her juicy heart shaped booty for Dareios benefit. When she closed the bedroom door behind her, she then giggled to herself as she heard Dareios roaring loud enough to wake up everyone in Tharros that was still sleeping peacefully.

Zuleica was rapidly swallowing the tidal wave of thick hot cum that Dareios was pumping out, and thick gushes of her copious girlcum coated the couch while her eyes crossed. As he looked down to inspect her face, a chuckle left the Arakanian's throat. Her eyes were crossed, while strings of cum ran from the corners of her mouth and out of her nostrils.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked dryly, after Zuleica extracted his monstercock from her throat.

“You bet I do!” Zuleica reacted brightly, as she kissed the fist sized head of his massive member.

“Is Namaria a good cook?” Dareios asked, Zuleica sat down on the couch next to him and fondled his vein-ridged fuckpole.

“Oh it's time for small talk now is it? Don't you usually do that before fucking a girl senseless?” Zuleica muttered with a grin on her face. “But yes, she is an amazing cook. I think she used to cook and dance for a nobleman in Bracancia...” She mused. “And now that that's out of the way, you have to fuck my slutty ass!” The top-heavy slut mused, as she daintily wiped some cum from her chin.