The emperor’s wife

This time, a new character stepped into the room without any delays, her entrance accompanied by a new set of screams coming from downstairs.
The new model was a woman, almost as tall as Zalah and with a voluptuous build, her hips wide and curvy, her waist slim, her legs long and toned and her bosom almost giving Zalah a run for the money when it came to was the slut in the room with the biggest tits, the full orbs jutting up and down on her chest with each taken breath.

The woman, a brunette whose curly locks reached halfway down her back and whose complexion was one of a deep, golden tan, was bestowed with an ample amount of jewellery; large pieces of gold and stones hanging from her ears, thick bracelets consisting of the same thing, and a large necklace which hung down to the top of her swelling chest, made out of gold and with a large opal that was rubbed over the cleft of her breasts as she strutted into the room.

For clothes, the woman wore what must once have been a very fine dress, made out of the lightest and smoothest of purple silk. Now, however, the dress was in tatters, with the parts which had covered her breasts as well as that covering her vaginal mound having been ripped away, leaving only her stomach covered while the relatively unscathed back of the dress flowed behind like a wide tail.

“And who is this lovely creature?” Zalah asked Perrima.
“This is Zona, an acquaintance of mine from the club we visited yesterday, who I’ve cast in the role as Thelma, the wife of the pretender to the imperial throne.”
“There’s a reason for her dress looking like that, I’m sure…”

“Yes,” Perrima nodded, seeming slightly annoyed at Zalah’s constant questions, “I was just getting to that when you interrupted me. Thelma’s husband, the man who sent the assassin after Anya, soon found himself unable to escape taking her on in battle. It was a bloody affair, with the southerners whom Anya had recruited earlier proving decisive in the end, and the self-styled emperor of Zoracia found himself captured, executed and parted in its aftermath.”

Perrima took a break, during which Zalah did not ask any questions, and then went on retelling Innocent’s account of the events that followed.

“Upon entering the deceased emperor’s court, a very lewd and conspicuous complex of buildings, Anya caught his wife, Thelma, a woman noted for her depravity. What followed could best be described as a ****, if not for the fact that Thelma enjoyed it quite immensely.”

“So I’m to **** Zona then? Can’t say that I’ll mind doing that.” Zalah said lewdly while glancing at the busty woman, who looked back at Zalah’s sluttish appearance, cum pouring down the blonde warrior-whore’s legs, the glistening whiteness of it in contrast with the black of her skirt, which had fallen back down.

“No,” Perrima coolly replied, “you’re going to start by getting Zona in the mood.”
“What, looking at me isn’t enough any more?” Zalah asked, teasingly lifting her skirt up to reveal her wet sex to Zona’s inquisitive eyes.

“Perrima’s told me about your expert tongue,” Zona now spoke for the first time, her voice holding a clear, melodic quality, “and my terms for taking part in this painting were that you would please me with it before I posed.”
“And please her is what you’re going to do,” Perrima told Zalah, “but first you’ll strip out of your skirt and corset.”

Obediently following Perrima’s command, Zalah pulled her skirt down her legs and stepped out of it, finding it impossible to resist kicking it with her foot so that the cum-soaked garment flew threw the air past Perrima’s full head of red hair, and undid the corset.
Dressed now in the helmet, choker, gloves and her platform heels, Zalah squatted down in front of Zona and inhaled deeply, savouring the musky scent of Zona’s cunt.

“Ah,” Zalah began, stopping to make a moist smacking of her lips, “a nice, wet, dirty cunt, with the hint of cum. I can smell that I’m not the only one who’s had cocks thrust into me today, despite the early hour.”

“Quite the connoisseur,” Zona complemented Zalah, “and I even washed it before leaving home.”
“That was completely unnecessary, my dear.” Zalah said, shooting Zona a grin which the brunette’s massive bust hindered her from seeing, and then set out to lick the woman’s hairless slit, starting off by running her tongue over its puffy, bald lips.

Perrima, who were not painting this and thus could allow herself to let her hair back, spread her legs wide and began fingering herself as she watched Zalah stick her tongue into Zona’s wet snatch, noisily slurping up some of Zona’s thick juices by sucking them from the tip of her tongue and into her mouth, allowing her taste buds to feast on the delicious fluid.

The lickfest went on for several minutes, to the hum of Zona’s husky moans as Zalah expertly explored every fold and every inch of her pussy, teasing her tender clit before pulling back, causing Zona to hover at the edge of climaxing for what felt like an eternity.

“Go on, you nasty minx,” Zona finally hissed, “make me cum!”
Holding back no longer, Zalah drove her tongue deep into Zona’s slit, rubbing it all over her clitoris until the woman cried out in ecstasy.

Zona’s orgasmic juices actually squirted out of her sleek, glossy hole, and the first strings of it bounced against Zalah’s face until the blonde pulled her head back and allowed the clear, gelatinous fluid to arc its way a few inches through the air before smattering onto her face and throat, even the front of the black helmet that she was wearing soon glistening with it.

Turning round with her honey still pouring out of her drenched slit, Zona swirled the remains of her dress around her waist and then parted her buttocks to present her asshole to Zalah, the latter spotting a white tendril creeping out of the puckered hole.

“Hmm,” Zalah leaned her mouth in and sucked up the tendril, soon finding herself feeding a several inches long rope of dangling cum into her mouth, “tastes like Egan.”
“Yes,” Zona admitted, whilst Perrima was bucking on her chair and letting out a long moan as she came with three fingers buried inside her twat, “I stepped in and found him fucking the pussy of one of Perrima’s sluts. Naturally, I commandeered him and had his cock thrust in and out of my ass until it was my turn to pose.”

“Speaking of posing,” Perrima said, after another minute had gone by, “I think it’s about time you did that.”
Zalah, who had resumed cleaning Zona’s anus with her tongue, heard Perrima and removed her mouth from her latest lover’s ass, a pout signally clearly how disappointed she was that her feeding-time was over.

Following Perrima’s instructions, Zona was soon lying with her back on the floor, her slender legs propped up on a large pillow, with Zalah sitting with her pussy hovering just inches above Zona’s mouth.
Her firm ass was now pressed against Zona’s huge tits, and Zalah could feel how cum seeped out of her well-fucked rectum and onto the fleshy mounds.

“Alright, lower your cunt onto Zona’s mouth, and then hold it like that.” Perrima told Zalah, who did as she was told.
“And now lift your right tit up and put your lips around it.” Perrima went on, watching how Zalah grabbed the right one of the two heavy orbs and tugged it upwards, her fingers digging into the firm flesh.

The next twenty minutes were agonizing for Zalah, feeling Zona’s tongue press against her wet slit but never moving, and also sensing how beads of sweat rolled down her body, caused by the strain of holding the huge mound up and remaining stationary like that for so long.

“And we’re done.” Perrima said, having smiled naughtily at Zalah from time to time, enjoying the plagued look on the blonde super-slut’s face.

It took Zona less than a second to start lapping her tongue at Zalah’s slit, instantly hitting her budding clit.
Having waited for so long to feel Zona’s tongue dance over her cunt, Zalah came almost instantly, feeding her honey into Zona’s greedy mouth.

After sharing a warm, fiery kiss with Zona, Zalah watched the brunette leave the room, sauntering out in a fashion which caused her luscious ass to wiggle.