Of a sort

Staring at the cum-filled wagon, Lea decided that it was a good thing that she hadn’t dressed after washing up, and undid the towel which had been tied around her curvy body.

“Hold this,” she said as she handed Stepan the towel, “I’m going in!”

Unable to avoid staring at Lea’s breasts as they were freed from the confinement of the towel, Stepan stood back and held it as Lea proceeded to climb up into the back of the caravan.
Looking up at the lips of Lea’s pussy as they became apparent between her parted buttocks, Stepan’s cock twitched while she let out a low hiss at putting her foot down in the lukewarm puddle of thick cream.

With the cum reaching almost up to her knees, Lea waded across the slippery wagonbed until she reached a coffin with its lid left open.

Looking inside it, she found a hole amongst the bottles and boxes, undoubtedly the place where the bottle which Kamil had fetched had been stored. Smiling at the fact that the silly boy had been so eager to get back upstairs and fuck her that he hadn’t even bothered to close the lid, Lea picked the bottle placed next to the missing one up, and noted that it was shaped in the same way and with a similar note on it, with an inscription which Lea thought was identical, though she could in fact not read the arcane language in which it had been written.

Certain that the bottle’s content were the same as that which had turned Kamil into such a magnificent stud, Lea climbed back down onto the ground, with Stepan ogling at the sight of her jizz-lathered shins and feet, not to mention her tight slit and pair of large, round titties.

Noticing the way in which Stepan was looking at her but unwilling to allow him to fuck her without Kamil’s OK, Lea handed him the bottle, but told him not to drink from it.
With Stepan holding the bottle and glaring at her juicy ass, Lea strolled over to where she had left her clothes and pulled them back on, not bothering with washing her legs clean.

“Uh, won’t that stain your dress?” Stepan asked, while Lea redid her blouse.

“Yes, but it’s nice and warm.” Lea replied, with a lewd smile. “In fact, I think that from now on I’ll start every day by having Kamil shot his cum up my pussy, my asshole, and all over my legs.”

“Kamil?” Stepan’s jaw dropped somewhat, his cock now so hard it hurt when it struggled against his pants.

“Yes,” Lea’s smile grew wider still, “he’s my boyfriend.”

Stepan’s heart sank. While Kamil was his friend, he had still maintained hopes of getting to fuck Lea. With her now being Kamil’s girl, the odds of that happening seemed to drop.

“Follow me,” Lea told Stepan, who obediently followed her out of the stable.

Telling Stepan to climb the outside stairs and then head up to the third floor, Lea went into the bar itself and put the rest of her plan into function.
Five minutes later, she and Stepan entered the room in which the new guests were staying.

Stepan’s eyes went wide enough to resemble platters as he caught view of what was going on inside the room.

Currently, Seri was sitting with her back against the tub, fingering herself rather spiritedly while watching Dareios pound Faye’s ass from behind, her leaning against the bed and moaning at the sodomy which she was receiving. Kyla was sucking Damon off, sitting on her haunches and fondling his balls.

Finally, Galiana was in the bed, her back facing Kamil while she slid her way down the huge length of his cock, softly spanking her own pussy at the same time. Gulping at the size and width of the dick currently disappearing up the priestess’ tight anus, Stepan didn’t know what to do with himself.

“I’ve brought refreshments.” Lea said, and proceeded to hand out the tankards of ale to the men and women in the room, keeping track of who got who.

The two tankards closest to her was handed to Damon and Dareios, who both poured their content into their mouths and down their throats.

“And here’s one for you.” Stepan heard Lea say as she handed him the last tankard.
Like Damon’s and Dareios’ drinks, the one Stepan got was laced with the fluid in the bottle from the caravan. The only difference was that Stepan knew what he was gulping down.

As the first of the laced beer went down his throat, Stepan heard the two male strangers begin to moan quite loudly, with Kyla pulled her lips from Damon’s cock, quite concerned at the way in which he was sounding.