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Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru
“It doesn't hurt to keep in mind,” Isolda would say simply on the subject of her habits, grinning despite herself. The atmosphere of lust, produced between her own aura and Alona's, was more intimidating than any weapon might be, and would no doubt leave anyone who had come intending to cause trouble forgetting that in favor of the two impossibly beautiful women they would have an opportunity to sample. “Of course, there's always an alternative to violence~ If anyone causes trouble, one of us can hold him down while the other “pumps” him for information!” she muttered teasingly, and then let out an unusually girlish giggle at the mental imagery produced by her suggestion.
“Mmmmmm, yeah.... It really is a rush,” Isolda purred, sharing in the fantasy of being the center of attention in such a lust charged environment. It was a glorious image, surrounded by men looking only for her attention, and as that moment drew nearer and nearer she could feel her excitement rising constantly.
More teasing would follow, until Alone asserted that she wouldn't mind the clean up that Isolda had suggested, and when she did the wanderer would smile all the more widely. “Handle it? Eheheh.... Well, you'll see, won't you?” she purred simply, opting to let her actions in the impending encounter speak for themselves where her stamina was concerned. “Ooooh, so they pay extra for what they get to do? Mmmmmm, yeah, four sounds fine~” she continued, and would titter for a moment and shake her head when Alona went to get their first group. The tanned courtesan was back soon enough, and with a crowd of men, their first round of picks for partners, in tow.
Isolda matched the other woman's expression, her body angled to show off her body through the completely see-through garment that was the only stitch of clothing on her. Her gaze swept over them, most of them shorter than the pale warrior by one degree or another but all of them here for one purpose alone, and that was a purpose that the sexually charged wanderer could certainly get behind. “Hello~” she cooed softly after Alona began her dramatic greeting, but then kept her silence as the tanned courtesan went over the rules for the prospective group of men. She met the gaze of any many who had the courage for it, and though they had all come for Alona it was hard to miss the interest displayed by some of them.
Of course, when it came time for the two to divvy up their prospective partners, it was slightly disappointing when the first three went immediately to Alona without any apparent hesitation. The wanderer was starting to become jealous despite herself when the first of her own customers, a nervous young artisan who reminded her somewhat of Ciran, stepped up to her. Isolda smiled invitingly, trying to dispel his nervousness, and to her pleasure he wasn't the last. Her next customer stepped forward with confidence, his bearing marking him as a warrior to her at a single glance, and he was one of the few in the room taller than she was. 'That one's going to have vigor~' she thought to herself as she sized him up, and true to form he, her favorite among the group that she ended up with, was a warrior like herself, the very sort that she would normally use to scratch the itch when she was on the road, so to speak. In the end, she had as many as Alona, four apiece, scoring a red haired artisan and a man who opted to cover his dark hair with a bandana for herself who also seemed to be a tradesman of sorts, and though she mostly set her attention onto her prospective partners Isolda managed to return the brief look of surprise that Alona adopted with a cocky grin.
'By Ceriona this is going to be too much fun~'
Alona's instruction for the men to disrobe allowed Isolda to enjoy a veritable buffet of male flesh, all (or at least half) for her to enjoy to her heart's content. The man in the bandana turned out to be surprisingly well muscled, and after a moment's thought while enjoying the sight of his toned frame she pegged him as a blacksmith, or of some similar trade. The blue haired warrior was, of course, just as impressive, and while the other two weren't notable in comparison, at least where builds were concerned, they certainly weren't ugly, and they both made up for it in their own ways. The red haired one was fairly handsome, and had fairly pretty green eyes that could no doubt be put to use making some innocent maiden swoon had he the charisma for it, though that was hardly necessary here and now. The first to step up to her, the somewhat skittish tradesman, was notably shorter than the rest and probably the least impressive in a purely physical sense, which was all she had to go on based on the criteria that she had available.
All of them were endowed with what she wanted just then, however, and Isolda grinned broadly as Alona closed with her own group and she beckoned the quartet who she was to enjoy – though they might be thinking of it the other way around – to come forward. She wanted their hands on her, and within moments the first of them to show courage did just that, the dark skinned blacksmith striding forward to put his rough hands on her bust. Even though her soft skin was protected by the thin garment covering her torso, Isolda still released an encouraging moan at the sensation produced by his hands rubbing over her sensitive bosom, their stimulation from Oribel having left them extra sensitive even though the felvari had practically emptied her of milk. The one she had marked as a warrior, no less courageous than the blacksmith, moved behind her and dipped his fingers down below, finding Isolda warm, wet, and tight when he dipped a digit into her sex, earning a deep moan in the process. She could feel his length, hard and eager for her attention, rubbing against her back, and the vigor of his motions and the pure size of it was enough to send shivers of excitement pulsing through her already. He was going to be fun!
The other two were a little shy, however, and as Isolda glanced towards Alona briefly she found an ideal way to include them. Gently pushing the warrior and blacksmith back, she dropped to her knees and beckoned the other two forward, licking her lips to clarify her intent. The first in front of her, the blacksmith, was the first to feel her lips on his manhood as she gave the tip of his thick rod a lewd kiss, her tongue circling over the domed head again and again. Her two shy participants got her hands, at first, but Isolda made sure that they knew that they would enjoy their time with her by the steady, gentle strokes offered by her hands. The mercenary ended up left out, for now, but Isolda planned on rewarding him for his patience soon enough.
She cycled through the unnamed men slowly but steadily, first kissing and then slowly parting her lips over the blacksmith, steadily taking him deeper and deeper until his tip nudged against her throat while stroking the shorter man and the redhead in her hands. She only remained that way for a little while, however, as she shifted a hand from the redhead to the smith, the other to the mercenary, and took the shy one who had first approached her into her mouth. He proved to be a bit of a leaker, providing a steady stream of pre for the wanderer to lap up from the head, and so she shifted tactics to licking him from tip to base and back repeatedly and lapping up his built up dew whenever she got near the tip. It was as she was providing her attentions on him that he offered his flattery, and Isolda was nothing if not gracious when given that sort of attention verbally even if it happened to come when she was on her knees with her tongue being applied quite effectively to his cock. Breaking out into as pleased an expression as she could produce without pulling away, Isolda leaned forward a bit further and gave the effeminate man's scrotum a lewd kiss, which she followed up by slowly licking his length up from the base all the way to the tip, her deft tongue remaining relatively still as she slid it along the underside up until she reached the head again. There, she began to swirl her tongue in circles around the tip for a few seconds before her lips finally sealed over it, her cheeks dimpling as she sucked on the sensitive dome in addition to the rapid twirls of her tongue.
Her mouth slowly slid forward after a few seconds, the motions of her tongue shifting to target the underside of his shaft while her head tilted, maintaining eye contact with the short, meek man as she took his manhood into her mouth inch by inch. He was fairly short, at least compared to some of the lengths she was playing with at the moment, and so she didn't even end up having to do much to suppress her gag reflex while driving herself down to take him all the way to the base. Holding herself there with the tip of her first client's cock teasing her throat, Isolda tilted her head slightly to the side, looking up almost quizzically for a moment, before she slid back in the first of a short series of bobbing motions that served to suck out more and more of his constantly leaking prerelease fluids for her to gulp down.
Truth be told, Isolda was tempted to simply keep up her motions until the man gave her a mouthful of his seed, his generous leakage of pre leading her to expect a fairly substantial amount when he gave up the real stuff, but she resisted that temptation for now and opted to move on again after a few moments. Her mouth popped off of his now saliva-slicked manhood, and she shifted again, one hand resuming pleasuring him while the other shifted from the handsome redhead to finally give the mercenary a taste of what she was capable of, her fingers delicately cradling his big dick between her digits and taking up the stroking motion that he had been having to do for himself, albeit a bit faster. It was the redhead who got to enjoy her oral talents next, in the meantime, leaving the blacksmith to stroke himself for the time being.
The redhead got a bit more direct bit of attention than the others, as by that point Isolda was getting so horny that the prospect of not getting any of the ready and able manhoods to quench some of her steadily building lust was becoming increasingly painful and she needed the added distraction. He too wasn't anything special, at least in the length department, but he was thick enough to make up for it, though not nearly thick enough to stop her from swallowing it all the way down to the base in a single quick gulp. She had maybe gone a little bit too fast, as the prodding at her throat caused her to gag, but Isolda was quick to recover and the added pleasure of her throat muscles spasming around him undoubtedly only served to add to his enjoyment of her attention. Even though she overstepped a bit on that first gulp, the pale warrior hardly had any trouble recovering and setting up a fairly quick bobbing motion that had the redhead pumping in and out of her mouth, the tip of his dick repeatedly kissing the back of her throat.
Though her efforts were decidedly energetic, she wasn't going as fast as she could have, and as he showed no signs of hitting his peak she merely continued until she was content before finally moving on to the main course. Pulling away with an audible pop, Isolda finally turned her lips toward the mercenary, whom she had left waiting the longest with only the recent attention to her stroking digits and his own hand to entertain him while she teased the others. Her hand remained at first, to hold his long, thick length up for her to gaze at with an eager grin, the flush on her face and chest and the look of hunger she wore as she gave his ten inch shaft a few preparatory strokes telling of just how horny she was by that point. She let out a soft moan a second after her lips first sealed over the tip, licking up any precum he might have released with a quick swirl of her tongue before she eased forward, taking inch after glorious inch of him into her steadily parting mouth until she could feel him nudging against the back of her throat. He was not only the longest, but also very nearly the thickest, and Isolda loved easing her mouth onto his rod not only for the reflective joy she took in causing pleasure but in imagining how it was going to feel stretching out her inner walls. Were it just the two of them, Isolda would have spent a good long while adoring his manhood with her lips and her tongue before she mounted him and gave him the ride of his life, but she was aware that he wasn't the only one around her and that she couldn't spend too much of her time on him or her other customers would begin to deflate.
Pulling away with a teasing grin as her hand began to pump on the mercenary's cock one more, Isolda turned suddenly and gave another few bobs on the redhead, followed by another pass on the effeminate man who had by that point leaked quite a bit of his pre for her to lick up. She turned back to the blacksmith when he was cleaned up, who had been left to his own devices for a bit, and for him she spent a little bit more effort to make sure he was hard as a rock, bobbing back and forth while writhing her tongue against the base of his shaft. When she turned again to the mercenary, it was the redhead and the blacksmith who got her hands, both pointed at her face as she steadily stroked them in near perfect synchronicity, and he who felt her lips on his manhood again. It was getting near to the end of the foreplay for Isolda, who was rapidly losing lucidity to her mounting arousal, and she could feel the men gathered for her by her courtesan companion getting to that point as well.
They weren't there yet, however, and with her mouth finally on the mercenary's manhood it was a rare opportunity for Isolda to really test the limits of her mouth. She normally didn't take the bigger ones all the way in, as even her ability to suppress her body's natural reactions to such a large intruder had its limits, but she was never one to accept such barriers in others, much less in herself. As inch after inch of her favored client's cock steadily vanished past her lips only to appear again as she pulled back, Isolda punctuated every pause she took at the head with a series of quick licks against the sensitive patch of flesh just past the head before sliding down and taking just a bit more of him into her mouth. Every once in a while she would moan around him, and as she got deeper and deeper she subconsciously stroked her other two partners faster in time by pure reflex.
Even so, when the redhead suddenly cried out without any obvious physical signs to warn her previously and then promptly erupted against her cheek, Isolda still managed to be caught by surprise. Two streams landed against her face, one splattering over her cheek and the other across her cheek and nose, before a third hit her chin as she started moving and rebounded down onto her breasts instead. A fourth stream landed across her lips and nose as she turned, but a second later the wanderer's mouth had enveloped his tip, letting the rest of his generous donation spurt right into her mouth. She had missed most of it, but her continued rapid pumping ensured that he was milked for every drop, and while many women might blanch at the bitter taste and sticky, slimy texture of the goo spurted into her mouth, Isolda was most definitely not one such woman. Once the redhead's spurting was finished, she gave him a few quick bobs along about half of his length to ensure that he was completely empty, and then a little bit more after that.
Sliding back and off of the redhead's length, Isolda left her mouth open, displaying a mouthful of the man's seed to go with the ropes still coating her features, but the hand she'd left on his rod quickly moved to scoop those pearly wads of cream up only to deposit them right into her waiting mouth mere moments later, leaving Isolda mostly clean and with a mouthful of sticky fingers that she eagerly licked clean. Giving the first of her clients to cum one last show by displaying the mouthful of semen she had taken from him, Isolda swished her tongue around in the pool of semen she'd gathered before closing her mouth and swallowing it all down, the first of what would likely be many loads of the stuff that she would be drinking that night.
“Thanks for the treat~” she purred, giving the tip of the spent man one last kiss before he pulled away, and then turned back to the mercenary. Briefly, she considered going on with her foreplay, but at that point Isolda found that she had teased enough. She needed cock, inside of her, and there was a nice big one staring her in the face right now. “Now that I've had desert... How about we move on to the main course? I promise I didn't spoil it,” she purred, and then rose to her feet and planted a hand on the warrior's chest. She pushed him back until he plopped down onto the loveseat, allowing her a brief glimpse of his length standing up, proud and finally dribbling a bit of his precum from the tip, before she dropped onto her knees right down on top of him. Her hands touched him first, one reaching down to grip his length, stroking it, and the other touching his shoulder for stability as the voidic beauty climbed into position on top of the lucky john who would be her first partner for the night. Normally, she might have gone for a bit more teasing, but at the point the build up to being filled had been too much for her to put up with any long without gaining the satisfaction that her body so deeply craved.
Two strokes of her hand, to make sure that he was ready and to aim him at his target, and then Isolda's hips were falling, her petals squeezing but then yielding to the might intruder. The wanderer let out a long, loud, and decidedly fulfilled moan as her pussy stretched around the mercenary's rod, falling fast but loving every inch of her descent. She didn't quite take all of him in the first go, an inch or so of him still outside of her tightly clenched folds by the time his tip kissed her cervix, but at that point Isolda refused to leave even a tiny portion of his rod free of her hungry depths, and Isolda foreced herself down, stretching her insides all the more around his glorious rod, until she felt his balls resting against her quivering rear. It had been a long time since she'd had anything that big inside of her, and even if men like Ciran could touch her deepest doorway with the right angle and enough ferocity, Isolda was always most satisfied when she was with a partner with the size to really stretch her out. Just like this one, though she had on a few occasions managed to find bigger, the ur example being her former mentor, Ulfring.
She wasn't one to compare partners, however, having already had so many different ones across her sexual career and often satisfied to some degree by each of them. Now, however, she couldn't have asked for a better cock on which she could work out her desires, and it was a certainty that the man beneath her couldn't have had a better outlet for his own sexual needs as well. Her folds clenched around him like a vice, trying to draw him in deeper rather than to expel him, for nothing could have been further from the pale warrior's desire at that point. Her hips began to grind, at first, her inner muscles squeezing as she worked her body back and forth, but then she brought both hands up and put them on top of the loveseat on which her partner was reclining just as he finished pulling up her dress. Isolda, having let out a series of low grunts since she'd been filled up, let out another moan like the one she'd released upon the initial penetration as he unleashed his tongue upon the sensitive peaks of her large mounds. Oribel had mostly emptied her reserves, leaving her without the uncomfortable feeling of fullness that she'd had to endure on the long boat ride from Deun, and the felvari's thirst ensured that her present partner was denied a taste of her delicious milk when he switched from flicking his tongue across her tip to outright sucking. That rightly didn't discourage him from continuing, however, especially as he would feel her sex tightening even further thanks to the added stimulation.
Though at first she had been content to grind, the descent of her partner's hand to her hip led to the realization that she wanted something more potent, and without missing a beat Isolda's hips rose until only the tip of the blue haired warrior's manhood was still inside of her. She came down with all her might, aided by his powerful grip, and the almost painful emptiness that her first motion had created was replaced with a gloriously pleasurable sense of fulfillment as she was filled again. Having her cervix prodded that harshly might normally have been uncomfortable, even for her, but she was so pent up right then that she might just as easily have been fresh into Havenport rather than at the end of several days of having some form of sex at least twice a day, and the deep penetration was just the thing that she wanted at that point.
“It doesn't hurt to keep in mind,” Isolda would say simply on the subject of her habits, grinning despite herself. The atmosphere of lust, produced between her own aura and Alona's, was more intimidating than any weapon might be, and would no doubt leave anyone who had come intending to cause trouble forgetting that in favor of the two impossibly beautiful women they would have an opportunity to sample. “Of course, there's always an alternative to violence~ If anyone causes trouble, one of us can hold him down while the other “pumps” him for information!” she muttered teasingly, and then let out an unusually girlish giggle at the mental imagery produced by her suggestion.
“Mmmmmm, yeah.... It really is a rush,” Isolda purred, sharing in the fantasy of being the center of attention in such a lust charged environment. It was a glorious image, surrounded by men looking only for her attention, and as that moment drew nearer and nearer she could feel her excitement rising constantly.
More teasing would follow, until Alone asserted that she wouldn't mind the clean up that Isolda had suggested, and when she did the wanderer would smile all the more widely. “Handle it? Eheheh.... Well, you'll see, won't you?” she purred simply, opting to let her actions in the impending encounter speak for themselves where her stamina was concerned. “Ooooh, so they pay extra for what they get to do? Mmmmmm, yeah, four sounds fine~” she continued, and would titter for a moment and shake her head when Alona went to get their first group. The tanned courtesan was back soon enough, and with a crowd of men, their first round of picks for partners, in tow.
Isolda matched the other woman's expression, her body angled to show off her body through the completely see-through garment that was the only stitch of clothing on her. Her gaze swept over them, most of them shorter than the pale warrior by one degree or another but all of them here for one purpose alone, and that was a purpose that the sexually charged wanderer could certainly get behind. “Hello~” she cooed softly after Alona began her dramatic greeting, but then kept her silence as the tanned courtesan went over the rules for the prospective group of men. She met the gaze of any many who had the courage for it, and though they had all come for Alona it was hard to miss the interest displayed by some of them.
Of course, when it came time for the two to divvy up their prospective partners, it was slightly disappointing when the first three went immediately to Alona without any apparent hesitation. The wanderer was starting to become jealous despite herself when the first of her own customers, a nervous young artisan who reminded her somewhat of Ciran, stepped up to her. Isolda smiled invitingly, trying to dispel his nervousness, and to her pleasure he wasn't the last. Her next customer stepped forward with confidence, his bearing marking him as a warrior to her at a single glance, and he was one of the few in the room taller than she was. 'That one's going to have vigor~' she thought to herself as she sized him up, and true to form he, her favorite among the group that she ended up with, was a warrior like herself, the very sort that she would normally use to scratch the itch when she was on the road, so to speak. In the end, she had as many as Alona, four apiece, scoring a red haired artisan and a man who opted to cover his dark hair with a bandana for herself who also seemed to be a tradesman of sorts, and though she mostly set her attention onto her prospective partners Isolda managed to return the brief look of surprise that Alona adopted with a cocky grin.
'By Ceriona this is going to be too much fun~'
Alona's instruction for the men to disrobe allowed Isolda to enjoy a veritable buffet of male flesh, all (or at least half) for her to enjoy to her heart's content. The man in the bandana turned out to be surprisingly well muscled, and after a moment's thought while enjoying the sight of his toned frame she pegged him as a blacksmith, or of some similar trade. The blue haired warrior was, of course, just as impressive, and while the other two weren't notable in comparison, at least where builds were concerned, they certainly weren't ugly, and they both made up for it in their own ways. The red haired one was fairly handsome, and had fairly pretty green eyes that could no doubt be put to use making some innocent maiden swoon had he the charisma for it, though that was hardly necessary here and now. The first to step up to her, the somewhat skittish tradesman, was notably shorter than the rest and probably the least impressive in a purely physical sense, which was all she had to go on based on the criteria that she had available.
All of them were endowed with what she wanted just then, however, and Isolda grinned broadly as Alona closed with her own group and she beckoned the quartet who she was to enjoy – though they might be thinking of it the other way around – to come forward. She wanted their hands on her, and within moments the first of them to show courage did just that, the dark skinned blacksmith striding forward to put his rough hands on her bust. Even though her soft skin was protected by the thin garment covering her torso, Isolda still released an encouraging moan at the sensation produced by his hands rubbing over her sensitive bosom, their stimulation from Oribel having left them extra sensitive even though the felvari had practically emptied her of milk. The one she had marked as a warrior, no less courageous than the blacksmith, moved behind her and dipped his fingers down below, finding Isolda warm, wet, and tight when he dipped a digit into her sex, earning a deep moan in the process. She could feel his length, hard and eager for her attention, rubbing against her back, and the vigor of his motions and the pure size of it was enough to send shivers of excitement pulsing through her already. He was going to be fun!
The other two were a little shy, however, and as Isolda glanced towards Alona briefly she found an ideal way to include them. Gently pushing the warrior and blacksmith back, she dropped to her knees and beckoned the other two forward, licking her lips to clarify her intent. The first in front of her, the blacksmith, was the first to feel her lips on his manhood as she gave the tip of his thick rod a lewd kiss, her tongue circling over the domed head again and again. Her two shy participants got her hands, at first, but Isolda made sure that they knew that they would enjoy their time with her by the steady, gentle strokes offered by her hands. The mercenary ended up left out, for now, but Isolda planned on rewarding him for his patience soon enough.
She cycled through the unnamed men slowly but steadily, first kissing and then slowly parting her lips over the blacksmith, steadily taking him deeper and deeper until his tip nudged against her throat while stroking the shorter man and the redhead in her hands. She only remained that way for a little while, however, as she shifted a hand from the redhead to the smith, the other to the mercenary, and took the shy one who had first approached her into her mouth. He proved to be a bit of a leaker, providing a steady stream of pre for the wanderer to lap up from the head, and so she shifted tactics to licking him from tip to base and back repeatedly and lapping up his built up dew whenever she got near the tip. It was as she was providing her attentions on him that he offered his flattery, and Isolda was nothing if not gracious when given that sort of attention verbally even if it happened to come when she was on her knees with her tongue being applied quite effectively to his cock. Breaking out into as pleased an expression as she could produce without pulling away, Isolda leaned forward a bit further and gave the effeminate man's scrotum a lewd kiss, which she followed up by slowly licking his length up from the base all the way to the tip, her deft tongue remaining relatively still as she slid it along the underside up until she reached the head again. There, she began to swirl her tongue in circles around the tip for a few seconds before her lips finally sealed over it, her cheeks dimpling as she sucked on the sensitive dome in addition to the rapid twirls of her tongue.
Her mouth slowly slid forward after a few seconds, the motions of her tongue shifting to target the underside of his shaft while her head tilted, maintaining eye contact with the short, meek man as she took his manhood into her mouth inch by inch. He was fairly short, at least compared to some of the lengths she was playing with at the moment, and so she didn't even end up having to do much to suppress her gag reflex while driving herself down to take him all the way to the base. Holding herself there with the tip of her first client's cock teasing her throat, Isolda tilted her head slightly to the side, looking up almost quizzically for a moment, before she slid back in the first of a short series of bobbing motions that served to suck out more and more of his constantly leaking prerelease fluids for her to gulp down.
Truth be told, Isolda was tempted to simply keep up her motions until the man gave her a mouthful of his seed, his generous leakage of pre leading her to expect a fairly substantial amount when he gave up the real stuff, but she resisted that temptation for now and opted to move on again after a few moments. Her mouth popped off of his now saliva-slicked manhood, and she shifted again, one hand resuming pleasuring him while the other shifted from the handsome redhead to finally give the mercenary a taste of what she was capable of, her fingers delicately cradling his big dick between her digits and taking up the stroking motion that he had been having to do for himself, albeit a bit faster. It was the redhead who got to enjoy her oral talents next, in the meantime, leaving the blacksmith to stroke himself for the time being.
The redhead got a bit more direct bit of attention than the others, as by that point Isolda was getting so horny that the prospect of not getting any of the ready and able manhoods to quench some of her steadily building lust was becoming increasingly painful and she needed the added distraction. He too wasn't anything special, at least in the length department, but he was thick enough to make up for it, though not nearly thick enough to stop her from swallowing it all the way down to the base in a single quick gulp. She had maybe gone a little bit too fast, as the prodding at her throat caused her to gag, but Isolda was quick to recover and the added pleasure of her throat muscles spasming around him undoubtedly only served to add to his enjoyment of her attention. Even though she overstepped a bit on that first gulp, the pale warrior hardly had any trouble recovering and setting up a fairly quick bobbing motion that had the redhead pumping in and out of her mouth, the tip of his dick repeatedly kissing the back of her throat.
Though her efforts were decidedly energetic, she wasn't going as fast as she could have, and as he showed no signs of hitting his peak she merely continued until she was content before finally moving on to the main course. Pulling away with an audible pop, Isolda finally turned her lips toward the mercenary, whom she had left waiting the longest with only the recent attention to her stroking digits and his own hand to entertain him while she teased the others. Her hand remained at first, to hold his long, thick length up for her to gaze at with an eager grin, the flush on her face and chest and the look of hunger she wore as she gave his ten inch shaft a few preparatory strokes telling of just how horny she was by that point. She let out a soft moan a second after her lips first sealed over the tip, licking up any precum he might have released with a quick swirl of her tongue before she eased forward, taking inch after glorious inch of him into her steadily parting mouth until she could feel him nudging against the back of her throat. He was not only the longest, but also very nearly the thickest, and Isolda loved easing her mouth onto his rod not only for the reflective joy she took in causing pleasure but in imagining how it was going to feel stretching out her inner walls. Were it just the two of them, Isolda would have spent a good long while adoring his manhood with her lips and her tongue before she mounted him and gave him the ride of his life, but she was aware that he wasn't the only one around her and that she couldn't spend too much of her time on him or her other customers would begin to deflate.
Pulling away with a teasing grin as her hand began to pump on the mercenary's cock one more, Isolda turned suddenly and gave another few bobs on the redhead, followed by another pass on the effeminate man who had by that point leaked quite a bit of his pre for her to lick up. She turned back to the blacksmith when he was cleaned up, who had been left to his own devices for a bit, and for him she spent a little bit more effort to make sure he was hard as a rock, bobbing back and forth while writhing her tongue against the base of his shaft. When she turned again to the mercenary, it was the redhead and the blacksmith who got her hands, both pointed at her face as she steadily stroked them in near perfect synchronicity, and he who felt her lips on his manhood again. It was getting near to the end of the foreplay for Isolda, who was rapidly losing lucidity to her mounting arousal, and she could feel the men gathered for her by her courtesan companion getting to that point as well.
They weren't there yet, however, and with her mouth finally on the mercenary's manhood it was a rare opportunity for Isolda to really test the limits of her mouth. She normally didn't take the bigger ones all the way in, as even her ability to suppress her body's natural reactions to such a large intruder had its limits, but she was never one to accept such barriers in others, much less in herself. As inch after inch of her favored client's cock steadily vanished past her lips only to appear again as she pulled back, Isolda punctuated every pause she took at the head with a series of quick licks against the sensitive patch of flesh just past the head before sliding down and taking just a bit more of him into her mouth. Every once in a while she would moan around him, and as she got deeper and deeper she subconsciously stroked her other two partners faster in time by pure reflex.
Even so, when the redhead suddenly cried out without any obvious physical signs to warn her previously and then promptly erupted against her cheek, Isolda still managed to be caught by surprise. Two streams landed against her face, one splattering over her cheek and the other across her cheek and nose, before a third hit her chin as she started moving and rebounded down onto her breasts instead. A fourth stream landed across her lips and nose as she turned, but a second later the wanderer's mouth had enveloped his tip, letting the rest of his generous donation spurt right into her mouth. She had missed most of it, but her continued rapid pumping ensured that he was milked for every drop, and while many women might blanch at the bitter taste and sticky, slimy texture of the goo spurted into her mouth, Isolda was most definitely not one such woman. Once the redhead's spurting was finished, she gave him a few quick bobs along about half of his length to ensure that he was completely empty, and then a little bit more after that.
Sliding back and off of the redhead's length, Isolda left her mouth open, displaying a mouthful of the man's seed to go with the ropes still coating her features, but the hand she'd left on his rod quickly moved to scoop those pearly wads of cream up only to deposit them right into her waiting mouth mere moments later, leaving Isolda mostly clean and with a mouthful of sticky fingers that she eagerly licked clean. Giving the first of her clients to cum one last show by displaying the mouthful of semen she had taken from him, Isolda swished her tongue around in the pool of semen she'd gathered before closing her mouth and swallowing it all down, the first of what would likely be many loads of the stuff that she would be drinking that night.
“Thanks for the treat~” she purred, giving the tip of the spent man one last kiss before he pulled away, and then turned back to the mercenary. Briefly, she considered going on with her foreplay, but at that point Isolda found that she had teased enough. She needed cock, inside of her, and there was a nice big one staring her in the face right now. “Now that I've had desert... How about we move on to the main course? I promise I didn't spoil it,” she purred, and then rose to her feet and planted a hand on the warrior's chest. She pushed him back until he plopped down onto the loveseat, allowing her a brief glimpse of his length standing up, proud and finally dribbling a bit of his precum from the tip, before she dropped onto her knees right down on top of him. Her hands touched him first, one reaching down to grip his length, stroking it, and the other touching his shoulder for stability as the voidic beauty climbed into position on top of the lucky john who would be her first partner for the night. Normally, she might have gone for a bit more teasing, but at the point the build up to being filled had been too much for her to put up with any long without gaining the satisfaction that her body so deeply craved.
Two strokes of her hand, to make sure that he was ready and to aim him at his target, and then Isolda's hips were falling, her petals squeezing but then yielding to the might intruder. The wanderer let out a long, loud, and decidedly fulfilled moan as her pussy stretched around the mercenary's rod, falling fast but loving every inch of her descent. She didn't quite take all of him in the first go, an inch or so of him still outside of her tightly clenched folds by the time his tip kissed her cervix, but at that point Isolda refused to leave even a tiny portion of his rod free of her hungry depths, and Isolda foreced herself down, stretching her insides all the more around his glorious rod, until she felt his balls resting against her quivering rear. It had been a long time since she'd had anything that big inside of her, and even if men like Ciran could touch her deepest doorway with the right angle and enough ferocity, Isolda was always most satisfied when she was with a partner with the size to really stretch her out. Just like this one, though she had on a few occasions managed to find bigger, the ur example being her former mentor, Ulfring.
She wasn't one to compare partners, however, having already had so many different ones across her sexual career and often satisfied to some degree by each of them. Now, however, she couldn't have asked for a better cock on which she could work out her desires, and it was a certainty that the man beneath her couldn't have had a better outlet for his own sexual needs as well. Her folds clenched around him like a vice, trying to draw him in deeper rather than to expel him, for nothing could have been further from the pale warrior's desire at that point. Her hips began to grind, at first, her inner muscles squeezing as she worked her body back and forth, but then she brought both hands up and put them on top of the loveseat on which her partner was reclining just as he finished pulling up her dress. Isolda, having let out a series of low grunts since she'd been filled up, let out another moan like the one she'd released upon the initial penetration as he unleashed his tongue upon the sensitive peaks of her large mounds. Oribel had mostly emptied her reserves, leaving her without the uncomfortable feeling of fullness that she'd had to endure on the long boat ride from Deun, and the felvari's thirst ensured that her present partner was denied a taste of her delicious milk when he switched from flicking his tongue across her tip to outright sucking. That rightly didn't discourage him from continuing, however, especially as he would feel her sex tightening even further thanks to the added stimulation.
Though at first she had been content to grind, the descent of her partner's hand to her hip led to the realization that she wanted something more potent, and without missing a beat Isolda's hips rose until only the tip of the blue haired warrior's manhood was still inside of her. She came down with all her might, aided by his powerful grip, and the almost painful emptiness that her first motion had created was replaced with a gloriously pleasurable sense of fulfillment as she was filled again. Having her cervix prodded that harshly might normally have been uncomfortable, even for her, but she was so pent up right then that she might just as easily have been fresh into Havenport rather than at the end of several days of having some form of sex at least twice a day, and the deep penetration was just the thing that she wanted at that point.
