Miura, who by now was in the throes of what to her felt like an unending orgasm, felt a telltale throbbing in Linden's massive fuckstick as it once more bottomed out in her ass, and even in her semi-delirious state she knew enough to brace herself for what was to come. With a roar, Linden let loose stream after stream of thick balljuice that poured into the brunette minx's bowels with such force that she began to slide forward off his copiously cumming cock.
She slid to the floor with a wet plop and a contented sigh, a final lashing of cum shooting out of Linden's cockhead to land on her back, and for a moment there was silence. An outsider stepping into the room at this moment would have been shocked - both at the state of the room and at the state of the people occupying it. Linden stood on rubbery knees just inside the door, his huge pole no longer steel-hard but far from soft. At his feet lay Miura, adorned above and below with healthy helpings of creamy jizz, a happy smile on her pretty face; she lay face-down, and such was the size and firmness of her huge tits that her face was some distance from the floor. Ahead of them Thorgal sat in the chair, thankful for the support as his knees were as rubbery as Linden's after the epic orgasm he had received at the hands of the two unbelievable sluts currently on the floor in front of him. Zalah and Sapphire were still engaged in a passionate kiss, although it was a kiss tinged with satisfaction rather than hunger. The ceiling above them was coated in Thorgal's cock cream, occasional droplets of which dripped down to smack against the two busty lovers. And in the adjoining room, Perrima and Daram lay unmoving, the hung stud's lengthy fuckpiece still stuffing her dripping pussy, both of them panting for breath.
It was truly a sight to behold. Finally, though, Sapphire stirred, breaking the liplock with Zalah and looking down at the spectacular blonde. "Well," she said. "I knew I chose well. That was certainly something."
"Was?" asked Zalah. Her smile was lewdly inviting, but Sapphire shook her head regretfully.
"You should get moving." Sapphire got to her feet, and reached down to help Zalah up, although she could not help copping a quick squeeze of the busty blonde's bulging breasts, so similar in enticing voluptuousness to her own. "You need to get to the ambassador's estate as soon as you can. There'll be time enough for more of this once the crosier is back in safe hands."
Zalah leaned forward for one last lip-sucking, tongue-tangling kiss. "I'll hold you to that," she said.
Sapphire smiled. "I'll try not to wear out Thorgal and Daram while you're gone."
***
After a quick change to make themselves presentable, and a relatively uneventful journey (except for plenty of suggestive glances and comments from Zalah, as well as a few unabashed gropes of the bulge in Linden's trousers, with the result that his cock remained hard throughout the trip), the musician and the supremely busty slut found themselves outside the embassador's estate.
The ambassador's name, so they had been told, was Evan Garant. His estate was modest, but with refined touches that spoke of significant wealth. Linden found himself fidgeting as they approached the guards at the gate. "What if they won't let us in?" he asked.
Zalah comforted him with a pat on the ass, accompanied by a surreptitious squeeze. "Don't worry, you look very dashing." And so he did, in a dark blue embroidered tunic and a light blue vest, with dark grey trousers.
Linden cast her a sideways glance. "So do you," he said, to which she laughed.
"I don't look dashing. I look like a cock-hungry slut." And so she did, dressed in a deep red corset, trimmed with black lace, that cupped her massive bosom and served to thrust it out even further, to the extent that it seemed to Linden she had to lean backwards slightly as she walked to keep from toppling forward. Her already shapely legs were further enhanced by black boots, with 6-inch heels that clacked loudly against the flagstones as she walked, and wrapped in black fishnet stockings. Her rich blonde hair flowed free, like a halo, although there was not a shred of innocence about her. She was indeed a cock-stiffening vision, and Linden felt assured that one of them, at least, would have no trouble getting into the lair of Evan Garant. |