The treaty of Mahdime

“What is next?” Zalah asked Perrima, fingering up some of the warm cum which was pouring down over her chin, slurping the sticky fluid off her finger.
“Stop doing that,” Perrima told her quite sharply, “you’ll look less decorative.”
Obediently, but with a disappointed moan, Zalah removed her finger from her mouth and left the remaining streams of cum unmolested.

“Next is the staging of one of the most important events in Anya’s rise to power.”
Now, a second female voice had in joined the ecstatic chorus coming from downstairs, this one sounding a little deeper than the first one

“Ah, I hear Jahira has started working.” Perrima commented quite factually on the second set of shrill screams of delight, “Anyways, have you heard of Mahdime?”
“No, was she some powerful whore with huge tits?” Zalah asked, her eyes gleaming with lust.
“Silly slut,” Perrima shook her head, “Mahdime is a city to the south of here. Anya went there to recruit the support of a southern king who had expanded his realm unlike any before him, asking him for six-hundred of his finest warriors.”

“And she fucked them all, right? Zalah cut in.
“Well, Innocent certainly describes how she greeted their arrival at her keep by standing buck-naked in the courtyard, in front of one-hundred whores. But it’s the signing of the treaty itself which I want to paint, primarily since it would be a little hard to cram in six-hundred well-hung studs and a hundred harlots in here.”
“Oh, and what was so special about the treaty?”
“Did you actually ever read the book?” Perrima asked Zalah.
“Once, but I skipped the boring parts and marked out the exciting ones.” Zalah replied, with a salacious grin. The screaming of the two women and their lovers downstairs had died down so that she could several set of feet coming up the stairs outside the room.

“Of which there are plenty,” Perrima said, returning Zalah’s grin, “Innocent focused pretty hard on that aspect of Anya’s life, to the point that there’s a saying that he had rewrite large portions of it since he was in habit of writing in the nude, with one hand on his cock, which caused a lot of stains and smears on the parchment.”
Just then, the door was pushed open, and three figures strode into the room.

“For the king to negotiate with Anya,” Perrima said as the trio walked past her, “she would at first have to fuck the crown-prince and two of the king’s daughters.”

The first of the figures was a man, his skin a dark-brown hue and his stature bordering on seven feet in height, with more muscles on his frame than any of the previous studs which had had their way with Zalah that morning.
Black-haired and handsome, the man was naked and had ornate patterns of gold, green and black painted over parts of his body, a tongue of black and green lapping out over the twelve inches of thick, richly veined meat that was the trunk his cock, at the end of which there stood a majestic, purple head which looked to be bigger than Zalah’s fists.

“The crown-prince was called Zah-Barhi, which supposedly meant “war-club”, and this handsome piece of manhood has taken it upon himself to take his role today, with the help of my potions.”

After the huge-cocked man sauntered two women, both of them having complexions which left them on the lighter side of black, their golden brown skin seeming as spotless as the pair of large breasts on their chests, jet-black hair flowing down their backs and their longs legs being perfectly toned.
Unlike the man, the women were unpainted, but wore golden chains around their slim waists, from which flimsy pieces of transparent silk whirled, and platform-shoes, the straps of which stretched up over their firm calves, pinned against their firm meat.

“And his sisters were called Tikka and Topaz,” Perrima said, “the king finding it sensible to name his daughters after the natural resources in his area.

Tikka was a type of exotic tree which supplied some very bendable but hard wood, and the topaz was a valuable mineral.

“Now,” Perrima told Zalah, “get on your hands and knees.”
Zalah did so, feeling her pussy tingle at the thought of what the three people behind her would do to her.
Tikka and Topaz grabbed Zalah’s black skirt and draped it over her back, rendering her firm ass and wet pussy completely exposed, after which Zah-Barhi got down on his knees behind her.

“Innocent has it that Anya insisted upon the prince to fuck her in the ass over and over again,” Perrima spoke from behind the canvas, “which he most readily did.”
Groaning as she felt the fat head of the cock being rubbed against her anus, Zalah closed her eyes and licked her lips as the bulging tip was suddenly **** past her cinnamon-ring, the entry of it causing some of the cum which had previously been shot into it to squirt out in thick gobs.

Her nipples hard and her cunt soaked as she felt how the fat prick was inched into her asshole, diluting the tight passage as it pressed deeper into it, Zalah groaned hard and huskily.

“Of course,” Zalah could hear Perrima say, “upon seeing their brother treat Anya in such a way, the princesses decided that she was nothing but a cheap slut, and set out to treat her as such.”
Without any further ado, Tikka brought the palm of her hand down to hit Zalah’s right buttock, producing a loud smack as the other woman did the same to the blonde mega-slut’s left ass-cheek.

With Zah-Barhi between them, fucking his cock in and out of Zalah’s sweet anus, Tikka and Topaz set out to chastise Zalah completely, their hands pummelling her ass until a red glow became apparent on its skin.

Then, after ten minutes of ploughing into her ass and hearing the voluptuous slut cry out in climax not once but twice, Zah-Barhi let out a guttural roar and proceeded to pump what must have been well more than a pint of jizz into Zalah’s asshole, pulling his dick out far enough for one of the women to milk it while the head remained lodged up Zalah’s butthole.

“And stop!” Perrima cried out, causing all four to grind to a halt, with the only thing moving being Zah-Barhi’s heavy balls, which pulsed in the aftermath of his large ejaculation.
“Topaz,” Perrima went on, “move in front and have Zalah lick your pussy. Zah-Barhi, pull back until only your cockhead remains inside my sluttish friend’s asshole.”

All of the models followed Perrima’s instructions, and soon Zalah found her mouth placed against the hairless slit of the curvaceous woman now in front of her, although she was unable to lick and could only console herself but taking in the musky sent of the soppy sex, while her buttocks glowed red from the spanking she’d received and Zah-Barhi’s cockhead throbbed against the first inches of her asshole, Tikka’s hand still clasped around the wide girth of the member.

“And…” Perrima said, after twenty minutes of feverish paining, “we’re done!”
Zah-Barhi celebrated this by spearing his cock all the way inside Zalah’s ass again before exiting it and rising up.
“Alright love,” Perrima told Zalah, “roll over on your ass.”
Zalah complied, letting out a low hiss when her tender ass made contact with the floor below it, and she watched the dark trio move out of the room.

In the doorway, however, one of the two women halted Zah-Barhi and dropped down on her knees in front of him.
With everyone watching, the woman, Zalah couldn’t tell the two apart to determine which one this was, engulfed Zah-Barhi’s cock all the way down her gullet.
Then, she let it out again and planted a wet kiss on its head, before giving it a soft shake and sending Zalah a teasing glare.
After that, they disappeared out of the room.

With the clock barely nine in the morning, Zalah had already had four cocks down her throat, and had been ass-fucked twice.