Zair's second meeting with Alva.

“Right you are” Zair groaned, and started to quickly shovel the food in his mouth. When he had emptied his plate, he burped softly. “Deli-” but Zair's sentence was cut short with a loud, deep grunt.

His hips bucked and his hands turned into fists as he dumped his spunk in Sienna's stomach once again, pearly white jizz ran from the corners of Sienna's mouth and fell onto her huge, round tits as she did her best to contain the load that Zair blasted down her throat. The dusky slut started to rub the pearly liquid into the skin of her huge, tanned tits, giving them an odd sheen.

When Zair had emptied his balls, Sienna extracted the monstercock from her tight throat and gave the plump purple crown a peck. “Delicious!” Sienna said with a cheeky smile, as she rubbed her stomach.

“I bet.” Francisca giggled. “Would you be willing to share?” the blonde asked sweetly.

“Sorry.” Sienna said, while softly smacking her stomach. “All gone.”

Francisca pouted sadly, and looked at Zair. This caused the musclebound stud to suddenly get up from his seat, and leap over the table where he kissed a very surprised Francisca. As the two of them fenced tongues, Zair ripped open the front of Francisca's dress, exposing her huge, shapely boobs to him. The blonde moaned in his mouth when he started to roughly fondle her tits, as they kissed and Zair's precum poured from his cumslit onto the remains of her dress.

“Hmm....You're a good kisser.” Francisca purred. “Of course you're better at something else.” she finished with a cheeky grin as she grabbed Zair's massive member in both hands, and started to stroke it with gusto, giggling as his sticky precum poured over her hands.

“Thank you.” Zair groaned, as he wrapped his arms around the blonde's slender waist, and placed his hands on her awe-inspiring, curvy buttocks.

Francisca cooed softly as Zair squeezed her peachy ass, and bombarded her face with strands of his sticky pre-spunk, and juices started to run down her legs as Zair's thick fingers speared through her tight cinnamon ring.

“I can't take it anymore...” Zair growled, as he removed Francisca's hands from his throbbing monstercock, and threw her on the table.

Francisca looked at Zair in surprise, but when she felt the fist-sized crown of his monstrous dick pressing against her ringpiece her look of surprise changed into one of lust, before her eyes rolled into the back of her head from the sheer pleasure she felt when Zair rammed over half of his cock into her tightest hole.

“Oh Gods!” Francisca squealed as a hot rope of prejizz lubed up her anal passage, causing more of Zair's monstercock to slip into her tight ass and girlcum squirted from her contracting quim, covering Zair's toned stomach.

“You two weren't planning on leaving me out of this little party, were you?” Sienna asked with an impish grin as she climbed on the table, and lowered her drooling honeypot onto Francisca's face.

“Of course not, hon.” Francisca moaned as Zair started to hammer his dick in and out of the busty blonde's anal passage. “Now bring that sweet pussy here...” Francisca said, as she grabbed Sienna's hips and pulled her closer until her mouth was close to the darker woman's drooling slit.

Zair increased the pace of his fucking when he saw Francisca licking Sienna's overflowing honeypot, of course his increased pace caused the blonde to release a muffled shriek inside the darker haired woman's cunt while her own cunt released a geyser of girlcum. This caused him to relinquish a bolt of his fat prejizz in her bowels, further lubing up her anal passage and making it easier for him to pound the curvy blonde's ass even harder.

As the sex continued, the table became messier and messier.
Plates and glasses were knocked over, knocking it's content over the table, while Sienna's juices washed over Francisca's face and chest, or splattered on the table. Francisca's own juices also ended up on the table or the floor, if they didn't ended up being glued to Zair's muscular chest or stomach.

Zair started to move faster and faster, precum continuously flowing from his cumslit as his cock went in and out through Francisca's enlarged cinnamon ring like a hot knife through butter. Francisca and Sienna squealed in bliss as they both achieved orgasm over and over, Francisca from the monstercock that pounded her slutty ass and Sienna from her blonde companion's skilled tongue.

Plates fell from the table, and shattered on the floor as Zair continued to move faster, coming closer and closer to another orgasm. His face had contorted into a grimace, and his body was slick with Francisca's gelatinous juices and his own sweat, in front of him Francisca bucked and writhed in constant pleasure as juices poured from the swollen lips of her sex, only her face was obscured by Sienna's plump, shapely rear and hot, pouring cunt.

Zair and Sienna locked eyes for a moment, giving her the chance to send him one of her hot, sultry gazes and impish grins, causing him to fill up Francisca's ass with more of his hot, sticky prejizz. But then Sienna decided to make him cum, the darker skinned of the two women tugged her nipples and made a sound of mock surprise, and then showered her blonde friend's face with her gelatinous juices.

It was enough to make Zair explode.
With a mighty bellow that made the windows shake, he slammed his entire length up Francisca's ass just when thick ropes of cum started to shoot from his cumslit. Francisca howled in Sienna's cunt, while a flurry of girlcum left her own. Zair then pulled his still cum-spewing, jerking member from the blonde's ass and aimed it at the two women.

The first rope of cum left his cock as soon as he pulled out, and splattered against Sienna's face and tits, running from her forehead to under her breasts. The impact of the shot nearly caused her to fall of the table, but fortunately nothing happened. Another rope smacked against Sienna's stomach, painting her tight tummy white from her abdomen to her drooling cunt, some even landed on Francisca's girlcum covered face.

The rest of Zair's load was dumped over Francisca's huge tits, and taut midriff, he then sighed and collapsed in a nearby chair, watching as Sienna got off Francisca's face and started to lick her blonde friend's tits clean. Francisca did the same and scooped cum from Sienna's stomach before licking it off of her hand, and then buried her face in the darker haired woman's tits to lap up the spunk Zair had dumped there.

Zair watched the two of them a while longer, thinking about the things he had discussed with Francisca and Sienna over dinner. Then an idea hit him, and he clapped his hands together.
“Alright, time to get cleaned up and get dressed.” Zair told them. “We're going to get Alva back.” Both women looked at him in surprise when he said that, but when he got to his feet and left the room they both followed him.

“Are you sure that this is a good idea?” Francisca asked, as they walked through the darkened streets of Tharros. “I mean, Alva has always been a very loyal protector. So whoever made her switch sides must have paid a lot of money.”

“I don't think that this has anything to do with money, Fran.” Sienna answered her blonde partner with a worried look on her face. “Alva didn't act like herself at all, she was **** and looked like she was about to fall apart.”

“Whatever it is, we'll deal with it.” Zair cut in. “If she's getting paid to hurt the two of you, then we get rid of whoever is paying her and talk it out.” then he sighed. “If it's something else...well then we should do everything in our power to help her out.”

“Well spoken, Zair.” Sienna said with a radiant smile. “But remember that she could still be dangerous, she wasn't exactly in the mood to talk with me, remember?”

“I do.” Zair said, his face serious. “But I won't let her hurt you.” he added quickly, with a confident smile. “Not that it wouldn't have helped if you the two of you had chosen something a little more...concealing.”

As Zair said that he ran his eyes over the bodies of Sienna and Francisca again.

His eyes were drawn to Sienna.
There was not much protecting her modesty, as she only wore a flimsy black thong with a front that was to small to cover her swollen labia and giving the few people still on the streets at this hour an amazing view of her tanned and juicy butt. Her huge breasts were clad in a black, sleeveless leather top, with a surprisingly deep cleavage. Zair could almost see her small dark nipples, and was surprised that with they had not popped out of her top yet.

Sienna wasn't wearing much else aside from a slender black belt around her waist, that had several pouches hanging from it as well as a narrow stiletto knife, as well as a pair of black, latex boots that went up nearly to her crotch, and had high thin heels that seemed impossible to walk on and a pair of black fingerless gloves, that covered her forearms.

Zair groaned softly, and then turned his attention to Francisca.
Her outfit was slightly less revealing, but not that much.
She was wearing a black corset with dark red laces that ran in a criss-cross pattern, giving Zair a good view of her huge chest, and taut midriff. Francisca, unlike Sienna, hadn't bothered to put on a thong and her bald pussy was only partly covered by the slim belt of pouches she had fastened around her waist.

Francisca's legs were clad in black stockings that ran up her thighs, and on her feet were a pair of black platform heeled shoes.

“We aim to distract Alva with her bodies.” joked Francisca, though it sounded kind of ****. “And your clothes aren't much better.” she added with a cheeky grin.

Zair had to agree with that.
The only thing he was wearing was a thick iron chain wrapped around his waist with a thick and heavy piece of cloth folded over it that fell past his knees to conceal his cock. Aside from that he only had a longsword strapped on his back.

The rest of the way, the three of them walked in silence...

Francisca and Sienna had led Zair to a nondescript two-story home at the edge of the Kettle, to be more specific they had led him to a small, overgrown garden of a two-story home at the edge of the Kettle.

Sienna slowly and silently moved towards the back door, and removed a lockpick from one of the pouches on her belt. Just when she was about to get to work on the lock, Zair ticked her on her shoulder and she looked up. Zair pointed towards an open window on the second floor, and both women nodded.

With the help of an empty crate standing in a nearby alley and some loose bricks in the wall, the two thieves and their bodyguard managed to sneak inside Alva's home without much trouble.

“Jeez, you would think that someone who has been around thieves as long as Alva has would be a bit more careful.” Francisca whispered, but when she got no response she turned her attention to where Sienna and Zair were standing.

Both of them were standing in front of a bed, in it was lying a young blonde woman.
“She's very pale.” Zair muttered, as he looked upon her face.

“Her name is Lyn.” Sienna informed Zair, as she stroked the younger woman's hair fondly “She's Alva's daughter.”

Normally Zair would have noticed what a beautiful young woman Lyn was, with her high, thin cheekbones, feminine jawline and full pouting lips. But now that it was contorted into a mask of pain, her eyes shut tightly while sweat streamed down her face and swan-like neck while shallow, rasping breaths left her throat, he was only concerned for her health.

Lyn's eyes opened temporarily, showing Zair her big deep blue eyes for a moment, and something quite unsettling...

“This isn't good.” Zair muttered, shaking her head. “The veins in her eyes have started to turn black!”

“What are you talking about?” Sienna asked the worried looking Zair, but before she could get an answer from him the bedroom door opened...

“Lyn? Are you feeling better, I heard tal-”
When Alva spotted Zair, Sienna and Francisca standing at the bed of the young woman her face turned to shock, and transformed into a mask of rage in a split second.

“Don't you dare touch her!” she yelled, before pulling a knife and running towards the three of them.

Zair surprised all three women with his quick reaction, he ran towards Alva and grabbed her wrist before she could cut him with the knife she held, then he twisted her arm behind her back so that she would drop the knife.

“Let me go!” Alva shouted angrily, as she tried to wiggle out of Zair's grip.

“Put that away.” Zair growled when he saw that Francisca had pulled a short, slim dagger from her cleavage and Sienna had grabbed her stiletto knife. “And we're not here to hurt you or your daughter, we just want to talk.” he explained to the angry blonde.

“If you really want to help me tell those thieving bitches to give me the crosier!” Alva spat, and tried harder to escape from Zair.

Despite the situation, Zair felt himself growing harder as his dick was currently caught between Alva's muscular, but very shapely asscheeks. “They don't have it.” Zair explained to her.

“Liar!” Alva shouted as she looked at Zair over her shoulder, but tears started to form in her eyes. “Please... Tell me the truth...Lyn, I need to-” Alva sobbed.

“What's this all about Alva?” Francisca asked Alva, after tugging away the sheated dagger between her breasts, but Zair answered the question instead.

“Poison.” Zair said, gruffly. “A nasty one too, Sibuna it is called. A slow working poison made with alchemy by some Malawan.” he explained.

Alva looked at Zair in shock, and stopped her struggling.
“You know of it?” she asked him, her eyes hopeful.

“I know it is used as a form of ****, or to make people perform certain deeds.” he told her. “With small supplies of the antidote people can live for a long time while the poison is in their system, but if no antidote is provided for a long time they will die slowly and painfully.”

“Who did this to Lyn, Alva?” Francisca asked, her face having turned into a mask of such rage that both Zair and Alva flinched a little.

“I can't tell you, I don't know what will happen.” Alva sobbed. “So please...just give up the crosier.” she begged them.

“We don't have it Alva, get it through that thick skull of yours.” Francisca almost shouted. “If we did I would have jumped out of this fucking window and run to our hideout to get it for you by now, it's the least I could do for you after you saved our asses so many time. But. We. Do. Not. Have. It.”

Alva was silent for a while, she looked defeated and angry while she stared at her daughter.
“Have you tried looking for an antidote?” Sienna pitched in.

“Of course I have...” Alva said softly. “I went to almost every alchemist, herbalist and poisoner I could find, but they all rejected me...They were paid off, or threatened. He really went all out to make sure that I'd betray the two of you...”

“Don't the two of you know someone that could help? Or maybe you could steal the antidote?”
Zair asked, and both Francisca and Sienna looked away from Zair. “Please. It's important, the chemicals in Sibuna cause a person's blood to darken over time, when it's completely black he or she is close to entering the last stage of Sibuna poisoning.”

“We...do know someone.” Sienna mumbled. “She is powerful and well-known enough that I doubt that any noble would mess with her...But I don't know if she wants to get involved in this.”

“We should at least try.” Zair said, the look on his face almost as pleading as that of Alva.

“Alright.” Sienna sighed. “Let Alva go, and follow us.”

Zair did as Sienna instructed, but watched Alva carefully just in case.

“We...we can't just leave her here.” Alva suddenly said, as Zair, Francisca and Sienna moved towards the bedroom door.

Zair stared in Alva's almond shaped, crystal blue eyes and soon his eyes drifted further down.
He took in her beautiful face, with her thin prominent cheekbones and slender jawline and chin she seemed like an older version of her daughter, the only difference between the two were her fuller lips.

But Zair's eyes were soon drawn to her body.
Despite Alva's age and the fact that she was a mother, her huge, plump breasts still stood high and firm on her chest, and were clad in a baggy white tunic that couldn't really hide them and which fell to her thighs. Much of her hard, fit body was covered by the tunic, but Zair still got a good view of her long bronzed legs and broad, muscled thighs.

“I'll carry her.” Zair told the three women.

“Thank you.” Alva sighed, as she crushed Zair in a hug. When she released him she stared at Zair for a little while, and then picked up her knife, causing the hands of Sienna and Francisca to move to their own knives, but instead she pulled up her tunic, revealing her flat stomach and abdominal muscles as well as a belt with a sheath strapped to it, as well as a flimsy white thong covering her pussy. “You can never be to careful.” she quickly shrugged.

Zair grinned, slightly nervous, and moved to the bed were Lyn was lying and gently lifted her up in his arms. The sheet came of her body, and underneath she was only wearing a simple white dress that showed off her slender curves, her eyes opened again and stared up at Zair. “It's going to be alright.” he comforted the young woman, then he followed Francisca, Sienna and Alva who had quickly put on a pair of pants and boots and had put some leather armor over her tunic...