A demonstration is needed

And what an entrance it was. The illustrious group evoked a collective gasp from even the most restrained members of the opposing group. At first these were provoked not by the exotic islanders but by Fiametta, whose blouse never been repaired, meaning that the young captain showed off her impressive chest, including the massive piercings of pure gold that graced her tits with their presence.

Some of the people present had had the luck and fortune to bed Fiametta and those immediately asked themselves two questions. First, where she had gotten those and second, what had her made accept that jewellery. Needless to say that her attire had a certain and rather immediate effect on the new observers, the male members of which were the more visible victims of Fiametta’s sex appeal.

Allrich soon recognized a familiar scent in the air and sniffed as carefully as possible. He knew that aroma from years of balls, business, travels and nightly pleasures. Uraca was beginning to get horny and her greedy pussy had started to cream. He knew that she and Fiametta had been lovers and it had to be expected that his employer would have liked to reconnect with her former bedmate intimately, but this fast?

Then they noticed the rest of the delegation and again especially the men found themselves in an almost painfully tight situation.

Under the small but joyful smile of Uraca Fiametta conducted a greeting bow, while more than one member of the delegation noticed how the eyes of the Montclair court followed the swinging movement of Fiametta's chest, before the group as a whole did as the Captain and bowed, recognizing it as the traditional way of showing their respect. Unsurprisingly they had no problem doing that because the matriarch fitted perfectly into the description of an avatar of the sun goddess, with her unusual tan and her golden eyes.

By the time Uraca acknowledged this with a courteous nod, her smile had already turned into a warm, toothy and openly hungry grin. "Captain Godeke, it is a ...pleasure... to finally have you back among us." purred the matriarch and put special emphasis on the word pleasure.

"Oh I assure you, the pleasure is all mine," Fiametta smiled and meant every word of it, "and of course this also encompasses also the rest of my illustrious entourage." She half turned and gestured to Nzinga and the others. Fiametta noticed how her own body began to signal a growing need for lustful fornication or to be more precise – cock in general. She didn't know why but being around Uraca always had this effect on her and she would take every bet that her comrades felt the same.

A sultry chuckle replaced the toothy grin for a moment, before it came back even more radiant. "Oh I see that you brought quite the fellowship with you." She let her gaze stray over everybody, lingering perhaps a bit more on the obvious authorities within, such as Tonalnan, Nzinga or Teyacapan. "I have to say, I really like your new friends." With the last word she leered at Fiametta's piercings, an act which no one in the room missed.

Immediately capitalizing on that Fiametta let her hands roam over her body, caressing the taut flesh, until she reached her mighty tits. From there onward her fingers danced over them, before they finally got entangled within the large rings, playing with them even more, as Uraca began to lick her lips. "Indeed I have to confess that I enjoy their company a lot and I assure you that they would love to get to know you and your people too." A low moan erupted from Uracas's side. One of the men was obviously getting very uncomfortable, or at least more so than the rest and couldn’t keep himself from making this **** sound.

Meanwhile Fiametta continued "But these dear friends of mine are merely the tip of the iceberg. In fact our journey has been a tremendous success - unparalleled in Tharros' recent history." This of course got everyone’s attention and maybe for the first time since the start of this meeting Uraca's group examined the newcomers with eyes that weren't preoccupied with finding a partner for some uninhibited, raunchy and incredible passionate yet casual sex.

"I'm all ears my dear." Uttered Uraca with barely more than a moan, eager to hear why Fiametta had brought her this exotic collection of people in the first place.

"Well," began the captain," thanks to our new very cooperative friends out of the southern seas, we will soon be able bring a number of interesting new and exotic products onto the markets of Tharros. Please understand that I will now present you only with a few samples of the more financially interesting ones." Fiametta ended with naughty smirk and waited for Ichtaca to come forth.

And come forth she did. Ichtaca made quite the impression on the other group. The arrangement of leather, feathers, a few pieces of thin cloth and a gemstone here and there that constituted her outfit didn't so much contain as accentuate her curves.

Obviously enjoying being the centre of attention, Ichtaca swayed her hips over to Uraca, an act that betrayed her true purpose because in her hands she held a single cup made of clay but decorated with some ritualistic scenery, which she presented more than happily to the business woman as she kneeled before her.

"Normally it is served warm," Fiametta added hastily, "but even cold it tastes like the nectar of the gods to me." Another happy smile came from her, yet the fumbling with her rings showed her nervousness.

Uraca took the cup with grace; the Tonalnan’s servant girl knelt so close to her, she was already almost between the her thighs. A first look wasn't very promising to Uraca. The beautifully crafted cup was filled with a dark brown, almost black fluid with some lighter colored foam swimming on top. The cup itself was cold. But then her nostrils took in the scent. This sweet enticing smell immediately got to her.

Everyone watched breathlessly as Uraca closed her eyes and let the cup move under her experienced nose.

Uraca took the first sip and then a second, followed with a big gulp right after that.

Eyes wide open she stared blank faced into the room, while her tongue tried to tell her what extraordinary liquid she had just tasted. She could feel the exotic fluid travelling through her and invigorating every cell of her body on the way. The tiredness, a result of a morning with paperwork, fell off her and she could feel herself relaxing, even on this ceremonious chair. It took a few moments and a few more gulps before she was able to speak again.

"Wha... what is this?" She whispered huskily.

This time it was Tonalnan who answered with a very noticeable but melodious accent. "We call it Shocoa, milady, and it might be our best argument for why you should let us stay."

"You brew this drink?" asked Uraca still rather breathlessly.

"Oh, it is so much more than simply a drink," answered Tonalnan and gave the older woman a knowing smile.

Contrary to her intention, this made Uraca pause and for the first time a hint of distrust sneaked into her eyes. "More? You mean there is alchemy involved in it? Is it a potion of sorts?" Her voice showed no anger yet, nor any fear, but she held out the cup accusingly.

Feeling that they had reached a critical point in their new relations, Tonalnan continued carefully and tried to be as precise as her skills in this new languageshe'd learnt allowed. "Alchemy, no. At least not like your people define it, according to what I learned from Fiametta." The princess smiled warmly at the captain, before continuing. "We ourselves see it more as a ritualistic blessing. In its cold form it not only tastes good but it also energizes the body of those who drink it. If served hot it has certain other side effects."

A change in her body language and a naughty smile made clear to everyone what kind of side effects were most likely included.

Now Fiametta added. "There are a few more ways to serve it but we will get to that later. First you should see the so called side effects of the long time use or the consumption of it during certain rituals or in a certain way." and with that the male islanders positioned themselves so, that everybody could see them quite clearly.

With a simultaneity that betrayed spontaneity and suggested a recurrence of events all six male islanders, no matter of rank or station, dropped their loincloths, skirts and whatever else might have covered their huge, bronzed cocks.

Time slowed down to a halt as people held their breath or gasped in shock as their cocks swung free of their imprisonment. They cut through the warm air of the hall, before eachgot into a position of aiming at the women – among them Uraca. For some time no one spoke. The concentration of large erections in this group of petitioners was beyond statistical plausibility and then one after the other most women got a smile on their faces and spots in their panties.

It might have been a standstill forever, if not for Uraca, who obviously liked what she saw but also took back the initiative.

"You are direct, I give you that." chuckled the experienced woman, mother and slut. "And while I enjoy your collection of man meat, which is an admirable one – an achievement on its own; I have to say it’s not that rare of a sight in these lands."

Fiametta interjected, before Uraca's words could take away the awe, which the sight had inspired. "Milady I assure you, that most of these men are fairly average for an adult islander."

"And you think the reason for that is the Shocoa?" asked the woman in white doubtful before Fiametta could continue.

"I know it for a fact." the captain spoke in a serious tone, before she gave Nzinga a sign and the dark skinned warrior smiled hungrily. Then she grabbed Mario out of their group and pulled him to the front. She'd promised the young man an assfuck this demonstration, as long as he didn’t jeopardize their future with some dashing comment about Uraca’s fun bags or anything like that.

"This Mario, the Styx' cabin boy," Fiametta asked her benefactor, "He turned 18 while we were guests on the island and these people were kind enough to include him in their ceremony for the coming of age." All the while Nzinga had continued to caress the young man, making sure the audience noticed how much his bulge strained his pants. After another nod by Fiametta, Nzinga opened these, in her book, already lost pants and let them drop to the floor. Seconds later she stood there with an incredible piece of manhood in her hands, which brought another collective gasp from the group, as they watched the rise of Mario’s 14 inch fuck meat. Anticipation and the atmosphere had done their duty and brought him to the edge.

The idea of stuffing his cock up Nzinga’s ass had helped keep his coiled-up snake pumping out precum for the part of two hours, and it was now glistening with his juices. More precum streamed from his pisshole Nzinga jerked him off skilfully.

A wet sound permeated the room as each time his foreskin obscured and revealed his crown, new juices flowed from him. Nzinga collected them in her other hand with care and used it to lubricate the rest of his mighty pole. Only when she lifted the great mast did his mighty balls become visible, the sight of which made the sluts from Tharros wonder what kind of loads he could unleash from them.

Pulling at her rings while watching the scene and remembering one or two instances when she had invited him to her cabin, Fiametta confessed. “This is the result of the consumption of Shocoa over the course of one year. We are talking about controlled exposure to Shocoa of course, although I have to admit that our supply was quite limitless.”

Now it was Fulca’s turn to speak, since supply chains were her domain. “What do you mean by limitless, you can grow whatever makes this drink on your ship?”

“Shocoa is made from the Shoca fruit, which is not only a beautiful little plant; it is also quite adaptable and easy to grow, even on a well prepared ship.” She shared a endearing smile with Tonalnan. “And thanks to our princess here production will be a bit low, but steady.”

Uraca had bend forward a little and thought about it. She didn’t believe for a moment that the boy had started with a cock of even eight inches, this meant his meat had more than doubled and although the steady supply watered the numbers down a little this was still an achievement for any potion, especially when it could be produced easily, low quantities or not. She looked at Tonalnan, apparently the expert on this.

“Good, your drink is able to grant men the cocks they always wanted.” The shifting and groaning going on around her told her that her sons and employees couldn’t wait to get a taste of this drink. “But you gave the first dosage to me, so I guess there is also something in for us womenfolk?”

Tonalnan’s smile split her face in two, as she nodded vigorously, right before she gestured Teyacapan and doctor Shirat forward. “Oh indeed, let them show you a few things.”

Still smiling, the doctor and Teyacapan stepped forward and presented themselves to Uraca, who admired especially doctor Shirat's clothing, that one single strap of fabric wrapped around her body. Without further due, both sexy sluts started their demonstration. This meant that the good doctor peeled herself out of the straps, proudly revealing that sexy naked body of hers. Then she waited with spread legs for Teyacapan, who soon pressed herself against the doctor’s side.

All people watched as doctor Shirat and Teyacapan shared a passionate kiss and the milf’s hands started to roam over the doctor’s body. Within seconds Ms. Shirat’s glistening folds had turned into a little river from which wet threads spiralled downwards. Apparently the Islander knew exactly how to touch her friend, who now began to take care of her own swollen pearl, at least until her attacker slapped the hand away and took on the job herself.

No one moved while the two women made love, no one except Ichtaca, who left her place between Uraca’s legs, who found this retreat a more than a little disheartening. Ichtacaˋs tour ended between another pair of shapely legs, belonging to the doctor and soon the empty cup was just below an already gushing pussy. Although Uraca didn’t understand why it was there. She had known the doctor for quite some time and knew there wouldn’t be much use for the cup as Sovia had sadly never been a squirter.

Teyacapan’s tactic was easy, one hand for each hole, this was also the reason why the Dr. Shirat had begun to grind her ass backwards. Both women giggled and chuckled, as the majordomo worked three fingers into an eager and downright hungry snatch. On the other side the mark must have already counted to four fingers, when Mario whispered to Nzinga: “I have an idea.”

While all the people in the room watched the two women having a good time trying to sate their common lustful desires - albeit superficially, the dark skinned beauty still had another responsibility. It was not truly a burden but still a frustrating one. In the forefront of this meeting Fiametta had asked them all not to start an orgy right at the beginning but here she was still rubbing over Mario’s mighty fuckstick. Currently that thing was almost obscured by a thick coating of his precum made thicker by how Nzinga had made sure that he wouldn’t waste his load onto the floor.

“I know the doctor. She is a total butt slut.” Mario whispered to Nzinga, who smiled slightly – knowing that to be true for almost all women on this planet. “She will squirt out much more with my cock shoved up her ass.”

With the grace of a greedy cat chained to a sleeping rhino Nzinga sneaked behind the still deeply entwined women, until she was able to rub the mound of Mario’s aching schlong over Teyacapan’s hand, totally drenching it with precum in the process. Immediately the ass fingering woman knew what had attacked her hand.

In one swift motion, Teyacapan pulled her fingers from the doctor’s ass, much to her frustration, which she voiced by cursing in the sun tongue. These curses intensified drastically when Mario pressed his cock against her still open ass. Only a heartbeat later he began to push hard. Nzinga barely had time to take her hand away as the cabin boy grabbed for the fine ass in front of them and slammed home.

Thanks to its extensive lubrication there was absolutely no resistance and doctor Shirat’s howls of pleasure echoed through the room making the present women wet and jealous, while the men got a hard rise and their trousers ached again. Grabbing around her belly Mario rested on her back as soon as her ass had swallowed all 14 of his marvellous inches.

Finally he was fucking something and his cock serviced in its entirety. Doctor Shirat smiled over her shoulder and had to encourage him by working her butt back and forth a few times, to get him back into motion. In addition she teased him. "Remember that hole? Make me squirt!"

Everyone watched the young man use his fat tool on that more than willing ass, listening to his animalistic grunts and her purring and moaning voice. Despite his size he fucked her without mercy in a way that told them all that it wasn’t the first time the woman’s luscious behind had felt that humongous cock. Teyacapan shared a look with Uraca, which was already glazed with the first indicators of a monumental orgasm.

Both women understood that Mario was a consummate but still inexperienced stud, bringing his partner to orgasm not by some kind of immaculate technique but by the sheer **** of his apparently insatiable lust.

“Shocoa also has some nice effects on women,” Teyacapan explained, “not only does it make us able to take such big cocks more easily and keeps our skin clean and taut, it also makes our juices flow – as you will see soon.” She grinned at Uraca, who raised an eyebrow.

Only a few in the audience were able to see his oversized fuck rod sliding back and forth in Dr. Shirat’s favourite milking hole and even then there were never more than 9 inches of the now foam covered meat out in the air, all in all the whole act couldn’t have lasted more than 15 to 20 minutes, Mario had simply been to agitated and due to her mission the doctor saw no reason to temper his fury.

On the contrary, she let herself fall and allowed Mario to drag her into the deep dark abyss which loomed on their common horizon and which was nothing else but massively almost inhuman orgasm threatening to shatter lesser minds.

Finally none could withstand any longer and Ichtaca lifted her cup.

Uraca would never have guessed that Dr. Shirat’s squirting ability had turned from non-existent to full **** but right then and there the doctor proved how much Shocoa had changed her body, not only from the outside but also the inside. Her orgasm overshadowed even Mario’s as he let loose thick shot after thick shot deep into her ass.

Ichtaca’s head vanished in a tidal wave of slut juice and most people took a step forwards to watch it better. Even Uraca’s iron will and self-control buckled under that impression and she lifted her glorious cheeks for at least 5 inches off her chair before she composed herself again. She had always loved to see a women squirt, especially up close and even if many whores in the Kettle easily surpassed her in quantity, it was still a sight to see her old friend - who once couldn't squirt at all - let loose such volumes and over such a distance.

After the initial outbreak Dr. Shirat had changed from a volcano to a pulsating buckling pumping water fountain. Nzinga and Teyacapan had to keep her standing, as her knees were unable to stabilize her after having been turned into rubber by all the pleasure. Still drops of the juice hit the gathered Montclairs and associates, dark spots had appeared on their clothing and the twin girls even had some wet spots on their faces while they stared hungrily at the older woman. Meanwhile Ichtaca had reappeared, covered in glistening fluids as she still held up the cup proudly.

Now full she began to turn gracefully and made her way back to Uraca, accompanied by Sovia’s inhumane sounds of utter bliss as she twitched almost violently in the background. Again the hand maiden knelt before Uraca and again she presented a cup full with rather exotic fluid. Everybody was silent, as they waited for Uraca’s reaction - who sat there with trembling fingers.

Suddenly Mario lost the footing on the floor standing in a growing lake of the doctor’s lust. His fall was accompanied by the heavenly sound of a large fleshy sword leaving a wet sheath and with an obscenely loud slurping sound the fucking was over, as combined juices rained onto the floor from his meat and out of her hole. Threads unruffled and large drops fell, as they all became slaves to gravity. When he finally left her a large amount of pearly white liquid gushed out and he had a brilliant smile on his face as he lay on the floor. A smile most people never saw, as they could only stare at his mighty and still standing cock, which was even now connected to the doctor’s ass by a thread of cum the width of a woman’s fist.

Quietness had fallen over the room in the face of such a display of otherworldly lust. It was Fiametta who broke the silence with a smile and a hushed word. "Drink." was all she said.

After another long look over the assembled cocks and thinking about those around her still held prisoner by pants, Uraca brought the cup to her lips. She orgasmed with the first sip of the liquid. Her guests smiled. It was true that Shocoa made women's juices taste delicious but normally it would take a woman years of Shocoa consumption to get that orgasmic effect with her juices. In this case they had cheated, Sovia had consumed a whole lot of the stuff, just to get the effect for a few hours.

Nothing but all these years of unashamed excessive cock sucking, with its subsequently swallowing, made her able to cope with her drink and that ever expanding centre of lust at the same time. Down below her frothing cunt stood victorious over the fabric which still covered it but showed no longer any sign of resistance, as the creamy liquid bubbled through the gaps of the textile. Uraca couldn’t stop her scent from rising and enveloping the room in an insidious aroma of lust and she didn’t even care any more, thrown into her own pond of pleasure, which was still only a shadow of that which Sovia had experienced and only a fraction of what Uraca could usually reach. It was still enough anyway.

The character of their meeting had irrevocably changed. She knew it and was content in the knowledge that soon no one here could withstand their own lust, but this wasn’t the place to open the cage to their burning desires.

With the grace of an experienced slut she stood up from her chair, gulped down the rest of the drink and proclaimed with a husky voice: "A wonderful drink, but I think we should proceed to somewhere more comfortable." and with that she left the room while the rest trailed after her even the still shaky doctor and Mario.

During Uraca’s private moments with the drink, Teyacapan had used her index finger to switch Mario’s cum link from his cock to the tip of her finger. Soon said finger had disappeared in her mouth, and she practically inhaled the cum thread. Additionally a few more inches of juice were sucked like that from doctor Shirat’s well used ass, before the majordomo went down and French kissed the hole some more, waking the doctor from her sex induced coma, so she could close her cinnamon ring and keep the rest of Mario’s massive load buried up that cave.

The former owner of that cum also had gotten help, as soon as his connection with Shirat’s ass was gone, Nzinga had bend over and impaled her throat on that large fuck rod, cleaning that spear thoroughly from any juice and cum left.

It was all so efficient that the foursome was done by the time Uraca moved on.