With a suggestive wink at the guards, Zalah swayed through the gate and into the estate, the side-to-side motion of her delectable ass captivating the guards and ensuring that she would remain in their thoughts for some time after she passed out of their sight. Neither of the guards even looked at Linden as he followed the sultry blonde.
"So what's the plan?" Linden asked as they approached the front door. It was a large wooden door, decorated along the border with intricate designs in a burnished ivory finish, topped off with a large bronze knocker. Zalah raised the handle and rapped firmly before turning to her companion.
"We'll split up once we're inside. Garant will probably want to meet us, I'll distract him and you slip away and look for the crosier. Unless, of course, he prefers music to women, in which case you distract him and I'll go wandering."
Linden let his gaze drift over the awesome vision of sluttish splendour before him, and swallowed. "Somehow I don't think that's very likely."
"Nor do I," said Zalah, with an impish smile.
Just then the door opened. The man in the doorway was tall, with a balding head and neatly groomed white moustache. His clothes were clean and pressed, his hands encased in shiny white gloves and his feet in polished white boots. He stood ramrod straight, and cast a disapproving glance at Zalah and Linden. "The master will see you now," he said, with an almost imperceptible sniff of disdain.
"He doesn't look happy to see us," Linden whispered as they followed the servant up a grand spiral staircase.
Zalah raised her voice slightly, intentionally pitching it so that the man in front of them would be able to hear her. "I know his type. Secretly he's thinking about groping my juicy tits and shoving his cock right up my sweet slutty ass and giving me a good pounding." She was gratified to see Garant's lackey stumble on the steps. He recovered himself quickly, but now there was a slight hunch to his posture.
They were led into a large chamber, occupied mainly by what looked like a big cushion. It filled up the centre of the room, as large as three full sized beds and looking as soft as a pile of feathers. Lounging on the cushion was a man, surrounded by three gorgeous women.
Zalah licked her lips. The three women were naked, and although each of them had hair of a different colour they were very similar in build: slender waist, curvy hips, and massive, outthrust tits. Garant evidently liked his women slim and astonishingly stacked. And Garant himself - he was, in a word, huge. Bald, naked, rippling with corded muscle, with one massive muscle in particular sticking out from his groin in lewd salute.
Zalah felt her pussy begin to positively drip. Suddenly this particular mission didn't seem like such a chore at all... |