Using her supremely conditioned anal muscles, Zalah pulsed her puckered hole around Linden's cock, drawing him deeper into her, almost as if she was gobbling up his cock with her ass. Indeed it felt that way to Linden, who nearly passed out from the extraordinary sensation. Meanwhile, Zalah kept up the enthusiastic laving of her tongue over Miura's snatch, the spectacular brunette moaning uncontrollably as Zalah's talented tongue swept over the folds and curves of her dripping pussy.
It was a testament to Zalah's superb skill that she was able to keep both Miura and Linden almost immobile with pleasure for so long. Eventually, however, Linden got a hold of himself and, not to be outdone, began with eager determination to saw his massive fuckpiece in and out of Zalah's rear end.
The resulting sensation proved too much even for Zalah, as she released her hold on Miura and let out a loud groan at the feeling of delicious fullness as Linden's shaft ploughed into her. She whipped her head around, blonde tresses flying, and gazed at the young musician, her stare literally dripping with sex as Miura's girlcum dripped from her face. "Harder, you stud," she hissed. "Faster!"
Obligingly, Linden sped up his thrusts, spearing his monstercock into the blonde superslut as hard and as fast as he could, marvelling at how Zalah's spectacular ass managed to somehow be both tight and accommodating at the same time. His body was dripping with sweat, his muscles ached, but still he continued: the enticement of fucking the most awesome slut he had ever laid eyes on was enough to spur him on to almost inhuman endurance.
Miura, fingering herself as she watched the spectacle before her, watched lustfully as Linden at last succumbed to the overwhelming sensation of fucking Zalah's ass and came with a shuddering groan. The feel of thick streams of his cum shooting up her ass was enough to trigger Zalah's own orgasm, and girlcum sprayed out of her slit as she moaned in pleasure.
The three of them lay spent on the floor for a few moments, gathering their wits and their breath. Finally Linden stirred. "Not to look a gift horse in the mouth," he said, "but who are you and why did you come here?"
Zalah threw him a sly wink. "Honey, a cock like yours in the ass would be enough to make any woman come, here or anywhere. In truth, though, I was sent here by Sapphire."
The light of understanding dawned in Linden's eyes. "Ah... must be about that job she mentioned. So you're the one she chose?"
"Apparently. But she didn't tell me what the job was."
Linden stood, abruptly serious, and began to put his clothes back on. Zalah followed suit, although her attire was so skimpy to begin with it took her almost no time at all - no doubt that was the intention behind her choice of "clothing".
"Sapphire told me a little about it just as I got here. It appears that something has been stolen from Tharros Keep, something the Regent is desperate to get back."
"And what exactly is this something?"
Linden took a deep breath. "The crosier."
Zalah gasped. "What? But that's the symbol of the Regent's authority! I would think he would have all his men combing the streets night and day until he found it!"
"No doubt, but there's a problem. You see, by this point the Regent already knows who stole the crosier - or at least he's almost certain."
Zalah arched a perfect eyebrow, and Linden quickly continued. "But he can't do anything about it directly, because the man is an ambassador from the northern cities. He's protected; if Dacca accuses him or tries to take the crosier by force, it could lead to war."
"So he's looking for operatives to retrieve it covertly. But why us?"
"It seems the ambassador has a fondness for music... and a weakness for women."
Zalah couldn't help but smile. "A weakness for women - they always do, don't they? So that's why Sapphire chose us?"
"Exactly. And we don't have much time - the next Regency day is in two weeks."
"I see..." Zalah was aware of the gravity of the situation. Normally she had no interest in the machinations of the political elite, but this was serious. If Dacca lost his office, the whole of Tharros could be thrown into chaos. And on top of that, there was the promise of gold. And - she licked her lips - the chance to get her hands on Linden and Sapphire's two prime studs. "We'd better get moving then. Let's go see Sapphire and see if we can work out a plan."
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