<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d8/98/5b/d8985b98a1edf0a3b46e0dbc84993f46.jpg)<br/><strong>Songbird</strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a3/34/00/a33400cf72d04fa32b2779db7dd893d8.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/41/49/85/414985a7622becc3704f2cbf1d290d06.jpg)<br/><strong>    Captain Irraki                                           Syn</strong></div><br/>When he called out to put it in her ass.  Irraki looked up at Darius with a bit of confusion.  Then  a dawning light gleamed in her eyes.  A sparkle of understanding.<strong>"Aha... I understand, my friend.  You wish to breed her with your seed."</strong><br/><br/>It is the symmetry of two artists working their canvas against each other.  The tiefling Syn hands clasp on the ass cheeks of Songbird.   Spreading them open,  he looks over at both his mistress and the nobleman.   A defiant look is on his facial features.   As he rears back with his hips and thrusts forward.   His cock plows into her cunt.  Not at all her ass.  He strokes in and out of her a couple of times.  Then pulls out, his cock dripping with her wetness.<br/><br/>Songbird, who knows her master,  gasped when the tiefling joined with her and plowed deep into her.   She flicked her head, so her hair hung over her face.   Less, she shows her joy at such.   While wondering at the audacity of the tiefling that had plowed deep into her.  But then he is out, and at that moment she understands.   Syn had lubricated his cock by dipping it into her pussy.   For she has always been a gusher,  with her arousal.  She then feels his cock's head against the rosebud, the pucker rim hole of her anus.<br/><br/>It had felt so good for him to be buried in the debts of his fellow slave.  Yet her master had called for him to take her in the ass.  His infernal blood cried to seed her properly.   He had done so not only out of malice towards the other.   But so he could lubricate his cock. Now pressed against her anus.  A swift, powerful thrust into the tight hole.  Burying his cock all the way to the hilt in her.   He feels the moment of tension, then the swift relaxing.   The concubine understood that she needed to relax.<br/><br/>Pain rippled through her when her ass is plundered.   Such a jarring jolt,  But her body memory takes over.  It begins to accept the invasion.  Her anus widening in response as the memory of sodomy by the master is triggered.<br/><br/>The tiefling drove his cock in and out of the concubine's ass.   He positioned in such a way so all could see him going in and out of her.  As their masters looked on and the guards near the captain who had tossed coin.   But now others gathered, merchants and their help who camped near the caravan captain's campfire.   Both are going strong in the sodomy.   Songbird is rolling her hips to meet his thrusts as her body has adjusted and conformed to the invasion.  That neither has reached climax,  as it has gone from ten to twenty minutes.   Drawing now more of the camp to come and watch.<br/><br/>Almost for twenty-five minutes, the two fornicate in sodomy.   Sweat dripping from them, their bodies glistening from it.  When Syn the tiefling he could not go anymore.  Songbird felt his cock jerk in her,  the balls slapping her ass tighten up, and then she feels the warmth of his seed filling her.  She herself, who is extremely aroused.   Yet throughout it, she had never been close to orgasming.  Not the way her master would bring her to such.<br/><br/>More coins are thrown at the conclusion.   Accounting for another two gold and five silver.   That it is over, comes as the now flaccid Syn falls out of the tight ass of the concubine.   He falls back,  panting in exhaustion.    Songbird, his concubine, holds her position on her fours.   As she basks in the adoration and desire of the audience that now crams around the campfire of the captains'.  Yet her face radiant in the adoration.  Darius sees within her eyes,  she is in need.   She has not climaxed.   She did not climax with the slave tiefling.<br/><br/>Suddenly she is crawling toward him.  A sultry crawl that has everyone now leaning forward.  As she crawls towards the nobleman.  A hush comes over the crowd.   The tiefling slave forgotten as he is thoroughly spent.   Reaching Darius,  his Songbird would put her lush lips to his, in silencing him.   He feels her undoing his trousers, freeing his cock.<br/><br/>The kobold captain who has been mesmerized by the show  turns and scoots back with this,  excited that the show is not ending.   As the concubine is looking to her master to take her.<br/><br/><br/><br/>