Let the fun commence

Nzinga's thought process was interrupted by another moan from the princess. Fiametta had gotten quite good at ass eating, in no small part thanks to Nzinga, and was giving Tonalnan great pleasure with her naughty tongue. “Fuck…” the island's royalty sighed. “More cock… we need more cock!”

This was the signal for Teyacapan, the majordomos of her household, to turn around on her naked feet so fast that her loincloth swung through the air. Its front was wide, almost knee length and showed a bird fighting with a shark. The motive was made of gold and silk stitched onto the brown leather. The backside was a long but small triangle that barely covered her ass crack. Teyacapan was in her 40s and so proud of her still tight and luscious ass that it bordered on vanity, so it was no wonder that the top of her cleft showed.

Her belly was bare and while some of her abs had disappeared from age and childbirths, it was still a flat muscular tummy and her belly button was framed by an ornamented golden disc, held in place by an emerald crowned piercing. A bit higher a wide leather belt kept her impressive chest contained; this too was heavily embroidered but also spotted large emeralds in the spot where a lover would find her nipples, while the curves of her tits showed freely above and below the leather. A golden ring rested between her nostrils and jade snakes adorned both ears.

As a sign of her status, an elaborate headdress crowned Teyacapan and long colourful feathers hid her hair from a frontal perspective. The dark curls were tied into a tight ponytail which fell below her shoulders.

As soon as she finished turning, she subtly waved her hands at the poet and the cook. Both of them went over to her swiftly. They were clad in the same style as the male guards, just with less armour and less expansive materials.

Both men breathed heavily, even before Teyacapan kneeled in front of them and let her delicate hands slide under their loincloths. True to the cliché of his job the cook was a bit small and chubby, and so was his cock. Not very long, at least for an islander, he still dwarfed many men. Even now, when he was barely rising, the majordomos couldn’t get her hand fully around it. On the other hand, in the truest sense of the word, rested the poet and his monster of a cock; thinner than most of the male islanders on board. He still was as long as Mazatl though but this 16 inches of pleasure meat, compared to the other man’s cock, Toltecatl’s cunt crusher was tilted downwards, perfect for deep throating and it was no wonder that during his performances he often had a female fan servicing him that way.

Soon both of them had grown enough to slip from under the loincloths and Teyacapan smiled at her catch, kissing each foreskin covered head lovingly. As usual she was trying to go for a tongue kiss by slipping her tongue under the skin. When she tried that with the cook’s 14 inch potato masher, her jaw had to fight quite a bit and she once again remembered why he was nicknamed the punisher, taking him balls deep up the ass was considered the pinnacle of a career for every butt slut.

Both remaining unattended people in the room looked strained, the man’s loincloth began to rise visibly and the woman had positioned her spear in front of her so she could rub herself on the hard wood. For now they stayed on their post while the orgy in the middle of the room grew in size and debauchery alike.

By now, Coaxoch basically sat on his princesses’ face, she wanted to make sure that he would fire a nice big load when he finally lost control and figured the easiest way to guarantee that would be to massage his little cum factories. Therefore she had begged him, in a tone young men could seldom withstand, and he had wilfully positioned himself over her mouth so that she could swallow his meaty ball sack. Of course she had to fight quite a bit, like all islanders his nuts had outgrown their naturally intended proportions by quite a lot.

Now he balanced himself bravely over the royalty; his great fuck staff reaching out like a proud bowsprit above the curling waves – in this case Tonalnan’s constantly moving lips. Coaxoch’s meat throbbed rhythmically and flushed out a creamy spume with each movement of his ship. Coaxoch wasn’t really inexperienced but he had also been fucking for less than a year, so he still got surprised ever so often and right now he couldn’t believe how good it felt to get his balls *eaten* by a royal super slut. Speaking of which, Tonalnan was really enjoying the taste of his eagerly throbbing balls. She could easily understand why Nzinga liked him so much.

On the other end of that royal slut was Fiametta, the battle hardened officer tried not to drown in a river of cunt juice which threatened to flow right up her nose. The reason for this was quite simple, the redhead had become so obsessed with her friends asshole that she had buried her tongue as deep as possible in it, this gave her the bonus of rubbing her nose all over little princesses’ greedy honey spewing twat, yet even if she wanted to, she couldn’t stop eating that ass, a strong black hand was buried in her flaming hair and pressed her right back on target whenever she'd bring up the will to pushed herself far enough away to take a few breaths.

This also meant that her hard nipples rubbed over the floor, even normally solid enough to cut diamonds, they now got a heavenly teasing due to the large golden bars in them. Usually her friends made a little game of choosing Fiametta’s nipple piercings for the day or even the occasion; by now she had quite a collection to choose from, but while on duty the captain was adamant – bars only! Everything else had attracted too much attention from the people around her, and while she chose her smallest bars, they were still fairly large by the standards of Tharros - just as the islanders were used to make them – from solid gold.

Meanwhile her own rear end was under constant attack, as Nzinga sat behind her red haired lover peacefully but not idly. She used her free hand to play with Fiametta’s gushing pussy, rubbing fast across that faucet, enjoying how the little sprinkler wetted everything around them. Needless to say, that she couldn’t see the spectacle. First of all she had her eyes closed for quite a while now, the best way to enjoy a good ass she would say, and second this ass was a good one, so her face was already buried between Fiametta's wonderful butt cheeks.

After all this time she had spent with Fiametta, she knew how to tease and please this cinnamon ring and how to turn a general horniness into a craving for a hard ass fuck. One of the few problems with that redhead, at least from Nzinga’s point of view, was that her captain was too focused on her cunt. Oftentimes she demanded that her twat got the attention first, before she let even the most enticing cock ram itself up her bunghole. For Nzinga this was almost unacceptable, cunts were for husbands or at least boyfriends, getting your snatch wet could get you pregnant, something no true warrior woman would risk lightly, getting your butt reamed on the other hand was not only tremendous fun but also absolutely harmless.

Nonetheless Nzinga had been unable to convince Fiametta to join the *ass first* movement until they reached the island where her friend had been exposed to not one but literally thousands of exceptional ass eaters and fuckers. Still at the beginning of each orgy Nzinga made sure to give Fiametta’s delicious derrière a thorough oral workout, not only to remind her friend of her second hole but also because she simply loved to do it; even more so afterwards when she could steal the the nice filling. Nowadays Fiametta still liked to get her pussy ploughed but she didn’t complain any more and simply enjoyed the ride when a stud chose her backdoor.

Next to the group the twins Ichtaca and Zeltzin felt quite a bit left out, until now they had been content with French kissing each other and rubbing their busty chests on that dark back but now all the pre-cum which they had stolen from Fiametta, was gone and the hunger for more remained. Luckily, while there was no free cock to be seen, there were still two unused holes in the vicinity. Naturally the girls loved to play with each other too, but they could have that all day, Nzinga on the other hand…

Sadly the dark human shaped mountain of sex incarnate was uncooperative, sitting on her knees and haunches. In other words that magical pond of love was beyond reach and so was that muscular ring that constituted her favourite hole. Both her nether holes protected behind two large but tight and firm buns of black steel. Not even her tits could be reached, pressed right against Fiametta’s wide spread legs as they were.

This situation was far from satisfying and so the two servant girls began to kiss, lick and caress the dark beauty with all they got. The image of olive coloured lips smooching over obsidian buttocks or the proud back alone was too much for many men and while Ichtaca was busy at Nzinga’s rear end and her sister Zeltzin buried her face in those dreadlocks the three men, who could see it, lost their composure.

Toltecatl, the poet, was first to succumb and gave Teyacapan a nice mouthful of thick pre-cum. The majordomo closed her eyes in delicious bliss and moaned in pure lust, she immediately felt her pussy beginning to gush out creamy honey. Too bad she couldn’t play with herself, one hand was quite busy enough stabilizing that throbbing cream dispenser in her mouth and the other jerked off Chipahua, the cook, who groaned heartily as he himself lost it and fired a nice beam of white gold across the room, hitting the door with an audible bang, which was soon followed by another one, that one coming from the guardsman.

None of the other girls really noticed the firing squad; they simply were too busy with their own plays. Zeltzin for example had finished her trail and licked across Nzinga’s right cheek, before drifting off to the ear, kissing the smooth curves.

“Let us taste you…” She buried the tip of that tongue inside the canal. Her recipient never stopped munching and only lazily opened one eye to look at the servant girl, as if only now she registered what they did to her body. For a moment that eyes measured the petitioner, then those strong arms and legs move and two globes of ass meat rose from the floor. Immediately slick juices rained from between Nzinga’s legs and a number of slimy threads still tried to stay connected to her heavenly cradle.

Having the advantage of being much closer, Ichtaca beat her sister to it and slipped under Nzinga. Only seconds later, when lips connected again, Nzinga sank back down with a throaty groan. Ichtaca echoed the sounds of pleasure with a gurgling noise and when Zeltzin took a look, she chuckled heartily. It had only taken a second but her sister’s face was not only almost completely buried under Nzinga but the servant’s hair was already drenched with the other woman’s honey – the warrior was a real creamer.

Without further delay Zeltzin went into position behind the two and used the tip of her tongue to touch her sister’s chin, the closest she could get to a full blown kiss, before she herself went to work and tried to open the way to Nzinga’s backdoor, protected by two globes of solid black steel. When she finally got a view of that wonderful ring, her face showed an expression of utter joy and devotion, right before she commenced the attack.