Zalah's entrance continued

Zalah’s progression through the tavern’s interior was productive of a peculiar effect. The general atmosphere was one of unrestrained debauch but the appearance of the near-naked blonde warrioress cut through the urgent gropings and various fuck sessions that were underway. All eyes were on her, and she knew it. Something of a channel opened up in the noisy, crowded bar for Zalah to walk through, people parting themselves into two lines voluntarily and forming a path for the gorgeous vixen to make her way towards the bar unencumbered.

It was at that point, with Zalah striding towards him in her black leather thigh-high boots, that Dareios noticed the remarkable aura which emanated from the megaboobed slut was having an effect upon the menfolk in the tavern in an all-too-tangible way.

Of course, Dareios had been unable to tear his eyes from the foxy blonde, but he couldn’t help but see that in the back of his field of vision that a man lost his footing and fell to the floor, almost as if his legs had disappeared. Dareios ignored this with the momentary reflection that some drunkard had merely stumbled over, but the incident occurred again, a couple of second later, with another man that Zalah passed crumpling to the ground, this time with the accompaniment of a spectacular groan that pierced the general hubbub of the room and further focused attention on Zalah’s appearance.

Zalah paid no mind to the tendency of men around her to begin to lose their balance, her eyes fixed on Dareios at the bar, but Dareios, although he wanted to hold her gaze, was simply mystified by the effect the blonde seemed to be producing, and looked in bemusement as a trio of men – six-foot and heavy-set warrior types with grizzled features and bulging muscles – collapsed backwards as one man, crashing onto a table behind and spilling mugs and drinks everywhere as she sashayed past them, her huge boobs thrusting out in front of her, almost as if the mammoth, tanned orbs were carving a path through the throng.

By now the room was bedlam, with the incredible situation of Zalah processing down an aisle of men none of whom seemed to resist being able to clatter to the ground in groaning heaps. When she was about twenty yards from him, Dareios noticed, his suspicions confirmed, that each of the man that had been spectacularly felled by Zalah’s astonishing presence had their hands clasped to their groins as a reflex action, and seemed to be howling a much in pleasure than the agony that they appeared to be in. Dareios grinned to himself when he realised that the unfortunate individuals that were going down like ninepins on either side of Zalah were cumming in their trousers at the mere sight of her. Even men that had managed to remain standing had the shocked and flustered look of people that had lost their loads in unexpected fashion, and more than a few stained leggings and breeches were now on display.

By the time Zalah reached Dareios at the bar, she had cut a swathe through the room, and a total of two dozen men were trailing in her wake, most writhing in unexpected bliss on the hard wooden floors, felled by the violent and rupture inducing orgasms which Zalah’s entrance had elicited. The path from the door to the bar was now a groaning sea of conquered men.

‘Amateurs,’ Zalah explained unconcernedly, casting an unimpressed glace over her shoulder at the trail of sexual devastation behind her, as she looked at Dareios, ‘not one of them managed to get a drop of cum on me.’

‘I might be able to help you with that, if you’d allow,’ said Dareios, taking a sip of his beer.

‘You’re still standing,’ observed Zalah, ‘so you’re better placed than most to accomplish that.’

After this remark, Zalah looked down and observed the bulge in Dareios’ buckskin breeches. The tightness of the leggings had emphasised the fact that the substantial size of his fully engorged member was pressing uncomfortably against the material, and visibly throbbing. Laid against the warrior’s right thigh, Dareios’ dick presented a huge, obvious bulk which Zalah found she could not ignore.

‘I hope that’s not a concealed weapon,’ Zalah ventured.

‘It is, of sorts.’

Without waiting for permission, Zalah pressed her fingers against Dareios’ thigh, gently brushing them up and down the conspicuous package that was nestling in his breeches.

‘Feels like an iron bar,’ Zalah mused.

Dareios grunted as Zalah withdrew her hand from his manhood and felt a certain degree of pressure building up inside him. Against his better judgement, he twitched his cock.

That was all it took. With a monumental tearing sound, Dareios’ massive meatstick now finally pushed apart the front of his red cloak, his huge footlong schlong reared up from its resting position on his thigh and ascended, a precum-slick vein-ripped missile that towered up from his groin, slithering out into the open to sit, fully erect and pulsating, the huge peach-shaped head nested against the warrior’s solar plexus. Dareios then quickly removed his cloak, allowing it to fall to the floor.

Behind the bar, the bartended gawped, eyes like saucers, and dropped a glass to the floor. It shattered.

Slowly, gravity began to get in on the act, and Dareios’ huge fuckstick peeled away from his abdomen, connected by clear ropes of precum and hung, jutting in the air in front of his hugely muscled frame, perpendicular to his body.

Zalah produced a deep-bottomed glass from the bar of the type that was used to drink brandy and placed it underneath the head of Dareios’ dick without so much as a word. Slowly, a glossy stream of precum began to flow from the tip of his cock with all the regular consistency of a tap being left on. Zalah filled the glass half full from the steady stream of clear liquid, and put it to her lips.

‘Bottoms up,’ Zalah said.

With that, the busty slut threw her head back and downed the glass of precum in one go. ‘Yummy,’ she purred, setting the empty glass on the bar. Then she belched daintily, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.

Dareios’ drooling dick was now connected to the floor by a long sticky rope of precum.