Lea gets drenched and Kamil gets involved

Dareios pumped his meat pole until it heaved and contracted and then expelled a rich jet of semen that coursed out of the tip of his cock like a rocket and splattered Lea directly between the eyes.

The spray of sticky, silken, smooth white spunk, spewing from his gaping cumslit at the tip of his shiny purple crown just as he wrung his hand to the brim of the it, exploded when it contacted the teen bombshell’s face and sent cascading sprays of pearlescent spunk in all directions, with ****. It smacked directly into Lea’s eyes, plastering the left one completely shut, the rest of the gluey splattering batter impacting audibly with a flat, wet sound into her right where much of it stuck, spangling her eyelashes in white globules.

The next shot nailed Lea in the forehead and then Dareios enjoyed himself by sending a succession of splattering beams of high-velocity spunk, some of which punched into the messy, stacked teenager’s face, but many of which skirted her forehead and sent rich, white lines coursing through her dark hair, and onto Galiana’s boobage behind.

One jet semen featured a particularly non-aerodynamic tail that saw it turn over and over in the air, a spiralling lasso of slick white silken goo that splattered in a messy lace onto Galiana’s knockers, the viscous lace of unbroken spunk smacking into the buxom blonde vixen’s jutting cans and laying in a pearl necklace across them, the heavy rope suspended over her cleavage.

Dareios breathed steadily through his nose as he continued to wring his dick with even strokes of his pumping hand, the stud warrior distributing dozens of sticky ropes of seed all over Lea’s cum-splattered face and Galiana’s heaving, solid, spherical tits.

‘Whew…’

Dareios whipped his dick forwards after his climax had ended and whipped the remaining lace of spunk that dripped from it into Lea’s face, and then smacked his meaty schlong on top of the teen’s head where it landed with a plop. Thrusting the bloated, throbbing, length further forwards, he dipped the rounded tip into the tankard that nestled between the blonde priestesses’ fuckbags. He felt the gleaming bell-end dip into the warm fluid he’d deposited there.

‘Here, slut,’ Dareios said, taking the half-full tankard from where it was between Galiana’s monster tits, and giving it to Lea, ‘breakfast.’

Lea, on her knees, angled a look upwards at the warrior, her one good eye wincing up at the monstercocked stud as his dick slid off her head, the post-orgasmic shaft throbbing as it pointed downwards, white ropes of gooey cum slowly dripping from the cocktip onto the floor. Lea cradled the tankard in her hands in front of her and drooled a rope of silvery, bubble-threaded cum that she’d collected in her mouth from the cum tornado sluttishly over her lower lip, the molten thread easing off her chin in clumps and plopping into the mug.

‘If I come back this way I’ll break your ass, little girl,’ Dareios said, as he moved past her towards the door, Galiana’s hand already caressing the trunk of his thick, distended member as she used it to guide him out of the room, her slender fingers not able to clasp all the way around the monstrous tool.

‘Is that a promise?’ Lea asked, about to turn her head to watch the pair depart, before being prevented from doing it by the feeling of something immensely heavy dropping onto the top of her head, before her vision was obscured by a hot snake-like appendage sliding down her face from above, smearing its way through the sticky cum that was plastered there. Her eyes rolling upwards to the top of her head, Lea registered what was happening when the glossy, curved, apple-sized crown of Damon’s member plopped in the tankard she was holding up level with her tits.

‘Time to say farewell, slut,’ said Damon, the equally muscular and virile warrior that had appeared behind the stacked young tavern slut, to the sound of Galiana’s giggling as she and Dareios left the room. ‘It’s been nice knowing you.’

As they crossed the corridor, Galiana smirked.

‘How nice of you to wait for her to wake up to give her a proper goodbye.’

‘I’m all heart, Galiana,’ Dareios responded, as the boobed blonde priestess opened the door to the room across the hallway.

Inside the room, Dareios was greeted by the sight of the rest of his companions from the trip so far saying goodbye to Kamil in their own special way. Simply, Kamil was naked and standing at the end of the room, his monumental, super-sized beastcock jutting out in front of him, while four gorgeous bimbo sluts, two on each side, smooched and slurped on either side of the veined log. The sound of four sets of lips and tongues ravenously licking and sloppily kissing, a cacophony of slick, vacuum-like suction noises and the appreciative moans, groans and giggles of the girls filled the air.

Dareios himself groaned to see the four sets of peachy asses that were bouncing and jiggling, each of the whores in a stripper-squat position, allowing smooth, bulging booty cheeks to ripple and sway deliciously as they tongued the stableboy’s monster prong from all sides, the giant slab of fuckmeat looking even bigger and angrier than when he had last seen it.

‘Yeah, I know what you’re thinking,’ Galiana said, ‘Kyla emptied a bottle into the little stud. Think she’s a bit taken with him. It’ll wear off, but for the moment he’s bigger than you.’

Nearest to him, and the slut lucky enough to be the one to get her cheek tented out in a bulge of flesh as the fist-sized head of Kamil’s dick stretched the side of her mouth out to replicate its domed shape, was Cassandra. The templar’s incredibly statuesque and honed body, sleek but angularly rippling with taut, defined muscles, was covered by nothing more extravagant than a chainmail bikini. During the night Cassandra had taken the clippers to herself and had completely shaved one side of her head down right to the skin, uncovering an intricately designed black tattoo there. There were elegant tattoos flowering her arms and her back, Dareios saw. On her feet the templar had silver shiny platform sandals with eight-inch heels which Dareios fancied might be of even less practical use than her slutty armour.

Dareios’ gaze shifted to Tamara, who was actively twerking the gleaming globes of her asscheeks, the round glutes swaying up and down as she slid her plump lips lengthwise along the side of Kamil’s prodigiously throbbing and muscularly girthsome pole. The brunette priestess was clad in a black skintight long-sleeved leotard which was cut extremely high so that only a strip of the material clasped her pussy and the plunging material only widened out as it wrapped around her waist, a few inches above her hips. Her curvaceous behind jiggled.

On the other side of Kamil’s immense, vascular prong were the two blonde acolytes, working in tandem, the monumentally mega-titted Faye and the gorgeous sexpot Kyla. Faye was resplendent in a skintight, shiny, pink suit that hugged her body, the only flesh visible being the way it was open up the front all the way down to her navel, her absolutely massive, behemoth sized orbs jutting out in front of her, straining the material that was pushed to the side to let the spheroid globes project out. Kyla had a belt strapped around her pair of bulging knockers, under which a shiny black corset was clasped around with silver buckles on the front, with panties with three straps a side cutting into the curvaceous rump meat as they straddled her thick, juicy hips.

‘I’m pretty sure there’s room for one more on there,’ Galiana said, about to hunker down near to the end of the line.

‘I’m not sure there’s going to be time,’ Dareios observed, having noticed Kamil’s eyes cross.