The prisoner

Having enough sense not to act on her desire to approach Dohar’s sister and ripping the thong off her before burying her tongue in her snatch, Riolta felt almost impossibly aroused and nearly leapt at Aysha as she slid past her, apparently having decided that now the turn had come for her to make an impression and choosing to do so by advancing towards the dark-skinned dancer, who had remained where she was standing to the right of Dohar and his sister, with the musicians behind her appearing to have a hard time choosing between staring at her juicy as or gawking Aysha as she moved towards them without even so much as the faintest hint of hesitation.

“Your dancing girl isn’t off limits, is she?” Raya asked Dohar, pulling her lips back into an amused smile at how Aysha had picked her target and was now going for it.

“No,” Dohar blurted out, seeming to have lost control of the situation, although whether or not he had ever possessed it was very much an open question, and his gaze was now trailing Aysha’s movement, with his lips remaining parted even after he had finished his response as he eyed how her strides had become shorter and the gentle swaying of her hips more pronounced.

The dancing girl’s eyes narrowed so that the bright blue of her irises was just barely visible and then wetted her lips before Aysha was upon her, driving her backwards as two sets of gravity-defying tits were mashed together and slipping her tongue past the other woman’s puckered lips just before her delectable ass made contact with the smooth surface of one of the stone pillars facing the courtyard.

“Aysha is a new acquaintance of mine,” Raya informed Dohar as he squirmed in his seat, “though I must say that she’s really rather spirited.”

Breaking her kiss with the other woman, Aysha looked over at Raya and smiled, after which she proceeded to drop down on her knees and, obviously inspired by Raya’s description of her, go on to coax the dancing girl’s legs apart, not letting the fact that she didn’t even know her name stop her from beginning to lap at her pussy, soon drawing a first delighted groan from her.

At this point, Dohar was far from the only man in the room who was squirming, as both the bandits and the guards were all having a hard time picking exactly who to ogle. Quite a few of them had turned their eyes to the latest attraction, having a hard time keeping it in their pants as they followed how the dancing girl’s fingers pressed down against the sides of the pillar as Aysha expertly licked her pussy while others had been much too transfixed by how Riolta was finger-fucking herself to bother looking at anything else, particularly now that she had used her free hand to grab a firm hold of her left breast and heave the heavy orb upwards so that she could suck on her hard nipple.

And others still were eyeing Raya, perhaps due to mere chance or because they were slightly more sophisticated than their peers, observing how she carried on her conversation with Dohar seemingly unaffected by how she was completely naked and surrounded on all sides by unfamiliar men, somehow managing to pick one of them at random every so often and sending him a subtle glance that urged him to step forwards and ravage her before turning her gaze back towards Dohar.

It was at this point that Nashan returned along with the two guards that gone with him, and with another man, one whom Riolta couldn’t recognize once she’d let go off her tit and brought her earnest fingering of her foaming slit to a temporary halt.

The prisoner, as it turned out, was precisely the sort of well-hung, strapping stud that Riolta so adored, a delighted coo flowing out of her mouth as she paid little attention to the chains which held his wrists close together and instead focused on his handsome face, framed in by thick strands of blonde hair that were kept short, his tanned complexion and bulging muscles, but most of all she was captivated by the clublike shape of his cock as it dangled between his legs, its length and thickness being so considerable even in its current flaccid state that it promised to turn into something truly spectacular once she’d managed to get it fully erect, which she had no doubt that she would.

“Why, he’s positively adorable,” Raya said of the prisoner, “though the chains are a bit of a turn-off.”

“Yes, well,” Dohar cleared his throat and then threw a glance at Nashan, who shook his head, “I’m afraid that they’ll have to stay on for now.”

The sound of Dohar’s voice was followed by that of the prisoner cracking his knuckles, and Riolta could see quite easily that his teeth were gnarled and a certain amount of scorn and hate burned in his eyes as he stared at Dohar.

Aysha meanwhile found herself having the dancing girl push her head away from her crotch, and she caught hold of how she turned to look at the prisoner just as Riolta noticed his gaze softening as it drifted from Dohar towards the dancing girl, with both of them having little trouble recognizing that those two people were anything but strangers to each other.

Instantly filled by a great deal of affection towards and sympathy for the dark girl in front of her at the sight of how her eyes had acquired a yearning quality as soon as they were laid upon the prisoner, Aysha set out to make her feel as good as possible, and chose to do so by bringing her fingers into contact with her clit, riffling the hypersensitive button until the lithesome vixen shrieked out in delirious ecstasy and made it so that Aysha suddenly found herself having had her face and tits soaked with girlcum.

“Now that that’s over and done with,” Raya said once the dancer’s climax was over, sounding like someone who had found it somewhat amusing but not terribly exciting, “I’ll go out and fetch the potions.”

“Ah, yes… those,” Dohar mumbled out, apparently having a hard time deciding on whether to be terrified of the way in which his prisoner had looked at him or aroused by the sight of so many naked women.

“There’s just one tiny little thing before I leave,” Raya hurried to add before turning towards the naked stud, “he needs to be fully engorged for the potion to work. And while the sight and sounds of Aysha making that spectacular slut over there cream herself does seem to have hardened his cock quite a bit, I do think that he has several inches yet to go…”

“And?” Dohar asked, sounding as though other men’s penises wasn’t high on his list of preferred conversational topics.

“Oh nothing, I was just wondering if Riolta might take care of that while I’m gone?”

“Certainly…” Dohar’s speed at nodding his head implied that he was very much looking forwards to seeing Riolta in action.

For her part, Riolta had held herself back from continuing to finger her pussy, suspecting that Raya might provide with a treat such as that one and wanting to keep herself in a state where she would quite easily climax as soon as she got her lips wrapped around the meaty crown of the blonde stranger’s cock, which looked as though it might just go on to cover a distance of thirteen or fourteen inches once she’d spent some time sucking on its head, worked its shaft and teased his balls, not to mention informing him of all the things that she wanted him to do to her.